All these shattered, sickening attempts at sympathy. We just need to be quiet.
Silence, shut up. Please, don’t have a take.
The story of you are a victim is an old tired one, far inferior to its predecessor, they are guilty. The story of victimhood is a story of powerlessness, and there is nothing more destructive that telling somone who has been rendered powerless for a moment that they now are powerless.
So be quiet. Your attempt to be right is a pitiful and inisginifcant speck next to the oceans of roaring pain that crash and slop over the face of this earth, following people like the tides follow the moon.
But you can listen, and that is something.