It happens when the inevitable disillusionment of life traps you. And suddenly, counter-arguments and circular logic no longer satisfy your now lucid, logic, heartbroken mind.
And mourning begins. Sometimes, delicately. Sometimes, carrying the strength of what feels like a hurricane inside us. But it always inevitably begins inside us, triggering change. That’s how we change and, hopefully, learn.
But learning is such a tricky word to use, when regarding our own traumas… It blends promiscuously with our own prejudices and hopes and fears, and stops the moment we choose to believe them instead of our hard-learnt, logical truths.
And we fall again. I know I did.