I scooped up that five year old, all arms and legs, brought him to my lap and I hugged him tight. I held him and I told him he had every right to feel angry.
Sometimes it all feels like swallowing glass; you reach for a solution but it's like trying to catch smoke in your hand.
for the guilt you harvest for falling to pieces.
when touch / becomes a / leap of faith / we don't ignore
Coping mechanisms are great - they're important - but the occasional self pity session can bring some relief, too.