It is so easy to get down. To beat ourselves up for our own suffering as if we are some how to blame. We think we have to carry our pain around under a cloak, like good little soldiers. We don't. It's okay to rage against the dragon that consumes us and to weep for the lives we had. Tomorrow we can wake up and be strong and brave but today we huddle beneath our blankets and send comfort to those huddled there with us.