Even the best fall down sometimes.

You're supposed to know that if someone has issues, you won't be able to be the person to their rescue. You can't be their hero, ultimately. You will not be the person able to change or fix them.

That if someone has cuts on their legs, scars.. that you've dived into a helpless, hopeless situation. You can barely handle yourself. We can all just barely handle ourselves, that the theory of being able to cure someone of such ailments is a lost cause.

Especially if the person isn't you. If it is you, we're pushed to seek help. Help from people trained in your specific area of distress. Whatever that may be.

What if you're a little bit in denial? Enough to know that you do it to cope. (In knowing that alone, said person should know that they have a problem.)

Enough to be told that you're a closet-pessimist.

Enough to know the right reaction to such a remark should be hurt, disgust at how "little" that person knows you.

[Enough to know that that isn't the worst confrontation you have or will experience.]

Enough to know just how to react according to most remarks.
Conversations.


Enough to know how to protect oneself.

Protect oneself against the truth, against the mirror.
Against attacks from reality.

Enough to hide, openly.

Who needs help? Said person could have enough control to control the issue enough.
To keep it from being truly exposed.

Enough to know to talk silly about the possible diagnosi, enough to throw close ones (and far ones) off the path of undeniable situations occurring in oneself.

Oneself.

Thank God it's just one, right?