To understand others, one must not only swim in the same waters that drowned them, but go under, overwhelmed, as they did, surrendering, as they did. Should resuscitation be granted, life restored, the story will resume as foretold. Until they know how you you feel, it matters not to others what you think.
One’s heights may not exceed one’s depths, and vice versa. The sublimity of one’s joy cannot surpass the profundity of one’s pain. A life lived vicariously is but invention. A life without passion, devotion, adoration, sacrifice, commitment, obsession, pain, and joy is merely delusion; denied approach to the fount of creativity, encouragement, inspiration, from which, accompanied by tolerance and compassion, all succour originates.