When people you love, who you’ve long celebrated with and comforted in their time of sorrow, who have supported you when you most needed them, all turn their faces away, stop listening to you, tell you to shut up if you need to make an uncomfortable point, insist the problem is you needing to talk about something painful and dark, it is a little foretaste of your own death.

When we are in pain the first thing we need from those closest to us is for them to listen, to hear, to understand why we are suffering. If you are forcibly silenced, on the threat of expulsion from the community, you either meekly accept your muzzling, and live a bullied, depressed, greatly diminished life, or continue trying to make yourself heard. If you persist, with a righteously angry crew that can never be wrong, you will get to experience that special foretaste of death while you and your loved ones are, for the moment, all very much alive.