It is what it is

It is what it is.

It is the crushing feeling of despair, and overwhelming loneliness you feel during pandemic lockdowns when you can’t imagine living again without fear.

It is what it is.

It is the visceral grief you feel when you realise that you will never be a parent despite all possible interventions.

It is what it is.

It is the unspoken torrent of profanities and the unearthly, endless wailing that you wish to unleash, because your cancer has metastasized into your bones now and is now ‘incurable’.

It is what it is.

It is the impotent see-saw of sorrow and rage that you feel when you see your child manipulated by the narcissism of your former partner.

It is what it is.

It’s the blossoming dread at the bottom of your stomach when you realise that your business has gone bust because your business partner has been stealing from you.

It is what it is….

It is what it is….

It is what it is….

It is what it is….

But it’s not.

It’s a hugely valid amount of feeling tamped down and fitted into a box that makes it palatable for others to hear about.  It is an earth-shattering roar of pain that starts in your feet, courses through your body, and emerges into the universe with the noise and ferocity of a hurricane.

It is what it is.

It is you, setting your jaw, shrugging your shoulders, fighting back the tears, putting your best foot forward, getting on with it. Because you don’t have any other choice.

It is what it is.

But it’s not.

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