We are rather stuck, unfortunately. But I imagine we'll just have to make due.
And please. Please, don't. I already have one of you attempting to reassure me daily that my struggles are not my fault, that I shouldn't feel as guilty or as sullied as I do.
What are you, then? Contemplation? Serenity? Not many the world would be too loud for, I imagine, but Maker help me, I don't know how all this works.