I can't explain my life to you. The pain. The fear. The constant exhaustion that never goes away.
Until it all becomes a sort of fog, where I'm choking, but I don't care.
You can't understand it. You can empathize -- and for your compassion, I am grateful.
But you can't understand.
I cannot tell you how grateful I am that you cannot.
Because to understand? You have to live this.
I pray you never live this way.