From the vortex of grief: Inane platitudes
As I said before, I felt completely alone during this tragic period. What worsened it was talking to people and listening to the absurd things they said to me. During my normal times, I think I am a fairly patient and understanding person. I realize that every person is different in terms of dealing with emotions. Some of them always know the right things to say, and some of them never do even though they have the best of intentions. Therefore, when people of the latter category say something trite to me during a difficult phase, I don't take it seriously. I try and appreciate the intention behind what they said. But this time, I couldn't be that nice person. In what have been my darkest days so far, I struggled and reached out to a few people who were close to me. And when I heard what they had to say, I felt even more alone, sad or angry. I shrunk into a shell and stopped talking to people, because I felt it was pointless. But I realize that before this, I might have said so...