Everyone keeps a darker place...

As his sufferings mounted he soon realized that there were two ways in which he could respond to his situation - either to react with bitterness or seek to transform the suffering into a creative force. He decided to follow the latter course. And as he did, he felt like his heart had been so thoroughly and irreparably broken that there could be no real joy again, that at best there might eventually be a little contentment. Everyone wanted him to get help and rejoin life, pick up the pieces and move on, and he tried to, he wanted to, but he just had to lie in the mud with his arms wrapped around himself, eyes closed, grieving, until he didn't have to anymore.