What people know and don’t tell you is that sometimes, the demons win. Sometimes their words are the loudest, and the only ones that make sense. Sometimes advice from positive influences barely scratch the surface of what relief should feel like. Sometimes warmth and physical comfort doesn’t cut it either. So that’s it, then. And you sit there, in the cold, limp, empty, hearing those words over and over again in your head, without any form of consolation. And the tears you tried to keep back flow fiercely. The sobs you can maybe manage to swallow up behind a trembling lip and a swollen, dry throat, if you’re lucky. But you’re done for. At least, in this moment, they won.