oh, I liked "Writing"...

...by Charles Bukowski. And since you liked his quote from "Women," and someone else liked it too, I've decided to post it here. Maybe it will help, or provide an answer, or give some sort of meaning to someone else. Or maybe they'll just "like it" as we did.

Pain is strange.
A cat killing a bird, a car accident, a fire...

Pain arrives, BANG, and there it is, it sits on you. It's real.
And to anybody watching, you look foolish. Like you've
suddenly become an idiot.

There's no cure for it unless you know somebody who
understands how you feel, and knows how to help.