Most of the time I suffer alone. While I plead for the pain to end, no one comes to help me. I suffer in silence, until the pain subsides enough for me to sleep. To leave this world of pain behind. I wonder sometimes if I should share my experience with S, but I conclude that I might not be able to bear adding sympathy to my sufffering. Day comes and I stumble through, step by step, with the memories of the night rippling through my stomach.
[Puerto Rico Python Interest Group] PREPA is requesting comments on the
newly proposed regulations for micro-grids
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On the 4th of January, the *Puerto Rico Energy Commission* issued a
proposal for the regulation of micro-grid power alternatives for the
government of *Pue...
7 years ago
Isolation feeds the pain. You can choose to reach out, but do so without expectation of magical words. Reach out to...reach out, not to feel healed or whole. Reach out to see what others see, to hear what you will share, to embrace the moment when the reaching out ends and you will have that moment to explore again, an oasis in your mind, a chance to give yourself a touch of peace.