It seems when you've fallen from whatever height you've been climbing, everyone has advice for you. Don't give up. Keep going. You've made it this far. Just get back up. Just do it. Stop feeling sorry for yourself. Everyone fails, you don't see anyone else crying about it, do you? Be strong. My favorite though? The classic: Believe in yourself. It's like, buddy, c'mon...if I could - don't you think I'd be doing that? Do you think I like feeling like this? Do you think I like avoiding people because people ask questions, and questions make me into a liar to seem normal, fine, and happy? At least this way, I'm not a liar as well as a failure. I'm just rude. I can deal with rude. I wish they understood that it isn't that easy. That repeating the words and willing it, does not make it so. Trust me - I've tried. Getting back to being okay again? It just isn't easy. It's hard. It's hard as hell. They tell you it gets easier with every fall and "re-ascension." To some extent, I agree. You do learn what works and what doesn't - what you yourself needs in order to heal. But this only works if you've faced something of similar proportions before. If you fall far enough, that fall will still hurt. It can still shake your entire core. Rattle the foundation of who you've molded yourself into with all your past failures and successes. Tear down that infrastructure of your soul you thought you had built and repaired over time and experience, so strongly and solidly, that you would've been prepared for anything faced in the future for sure. And when that happens, it's as if you are back to square one. Your soul is standing there inside your body, naked, without any weapons or protection. You feel vulnerable, unsure of every choice or move you make. Nothing feels right anymore. Your confidence, which you had once wielded as your sword through life's battles, guided by your instinct and years of practice, is now nowhere to be found. Your hope, which had once defended your soul as its shield from the darkness, is now decorated with holes, left by shrapnels of doubt and fear. And yet, they wonder why you won't listen to their advice. You hear them. You're trying. But you are naked.