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   When your sorrow is not the weather a cloudy day can be the warmest comfort. Respectful, it steps back, flinging heaping grey blankets over you, cumulus empathy around a sad heart. No need to “buck up”. All is not well, did you know? Did you know all is not well and all cannot be changed by you? Did you know that sometimes Unwellness will sweep over you with the height and the breadth and the overwhelming ugliness of it all? The inability to push back utterly impossible? Then you will welcome gray days and sunless skies because it is truth. And truth, as much as it crushes, is the only relief.

“‘Horrible!’ said Irene.
‘Horrible indeed; but we must not try to get rid of horrible things by refusing to look at them, and saying they are not there.’”

George MacDonald – The Princess and Curdie