{"id":10,"date":"2023-03-06T06:04:29","date_gmt":"2023-03-06T06:04:29","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/dark-night.org\/?page_id=10"},"modified":"2024-07-22T22:42:24","modified_gmt":"2024-07-23T03:42:24","slug":"to-whom-shall-i-tell-my-sorrow","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/dark-night.org\/index.php\/to-whom-shall-i-tell-my-sorrow\/","title":{"rendered":"To Whom Shall I Tell My Sorrows?"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
The title is a line from a Chekhov short story called Misery. It\u2019s about an old coachman whose son has died. The coachman \u2013 Iona \u2013 is heartbroken. He needs to talk about his loss. Unfortunately, he is surrounded by strangers who are too busy, fellow workers who don\u2019t care. Having nowhere else to turn, with a breaking heart, he finally tells his story to his horse.<\/p>\n\n\n
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I feel like Iona. Strangers are busy. They\u2019ve got their own problems; they don\u2019t have time to listen. Coworkers might care, but work isn\u2019t the place to talk about personal things. My friends are too close. They see my pain and try to help, instead of listening without judgement or comment. They stifle me unwittingly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I\u2019m in therapy, where I work on the issues and their solutions. For these topics I need to work with a professional. What I need to talk about are things that result from the illness and the therapy \u2013 the confusion, the reawakening of old pain, the anger at what happened \u2013 so many things, too heavy for my friends to hear without trying to fix them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I need to talk. I\u2019ll do it here.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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