" Where does the pain go when we die?
does it stay in the bed as it begins to stink—
does it racket through the home like a scream—
do the children inherit it like a sprawling estate—
And where does it go while we live?
Maybe the pain is like me, desperate to be seen in the lives of those around me. I will abandon others again and again until I can finally be free of my own abandonment. "
― Sondra Charbadze , The Sea Once Swallowed Me: A Memoir of Love, Solitude, and the Limits of Language