“But having this is like having a cancer. You have this ticking time bomb that finally goes off. It’s nobody’s fault and everybody tries. When it’s real cancer, everybody tries. There are medications like poisons, and your face gets puffy and you’re nauseated and you’re dizzy and you can’t poop. And sometimes still it doesn’t work. It gets so bad that everyone sees how much it hurts and that it’s not going to get better. They have mercy on the patient in the bed, and they turn off the machines. They give them painkillers and make them comfortable, and when they go, everyone says it’s a mercy.
“It’s a mercy, Richard.
“Except, when you’re sick in the head, nobody turns off the machines when the pain gets too bad, even when everyone knows it’s not going to get better. They just keep pumping in the poison and telling you to talk about your pain like that’s going to make it better, and eventually you just run out of things to say. It’s the same pain all the time. All the time.”
–Ashley Ream, from Losing Clementine