What if, instead, we started out by admitting it might not be okay? That life is brutal, and we really can’t be there for each other — not completely. Most days, we’ll nurse our pain alone, even if someone is curled around the back of us, because having someone there suffering beside you doesn’t really take away from your own hurt. That much of life is learning to balm your own wounds — or at least grow your own armor that makes it easier next time, or dulls the throbbing day to day. Maybe if we stopped facing things with distractions and denial, were brave enough to just admit, we’d be more prepared for what lays ahead.