Being overcome by sadness feels like being overcome by exhaustion. The weight of memories and regrets make the tears fall harder. We all deal with grief differently, but I myself as a complete sap and someone who wears her heart on her sleeve has a very difficult time with those who are stoic and show no emotion at all. Are you in there? Do you feel anything? Are you hurting? I can’t tell. My throat feels raw, my nose is running, and my eyes brim with salty tears. But all I see is that you are bitter and make me feel small for feeling.