It screams out at us of loss, loss and more loss. It cries out in the never-ending struggle of hard, very hard, very, very hard. It instills fear, bone chilling fear, countered by anger, bordering on rage, white rage and red hot anger. Curse makes itself evident immediately and loudly. Without reconciling it with gift, the gift is lost and the curse consumes.
Despair is the natural outgrowth of exaggerated curse.
To protect against despair, some would deny their feelings. They assume the stance of stoic stiffness to prevent feeling devastated. Or so it would seem. Stoicism violates our integrity in another way, by preventing intimacy, that is a certainty. The price of this stiff, stoic non-feeling stance is an added tragedy.