I watched a bad movie this evening. A bad movie where the woman's lover died suddenly and she was sobbing alone on the ground in agony. I thought someone has to go to that woman, surely someone will go to her, she can't be left alone with all that pain, its not right. And then I remembered like a flashback in a bad movie the days and nights I spent sobbing on the ground in agony. Nobody came. Not one person came to my house. Not when I couldn't breathe through the pain, not when I couldn't stop vomiting, not when I sat comatose shivering all night willing my heart to either stop beating or to blow up entirely because my racing pulse was sending me mad. Not one person came to me and now I am wondering why.
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