Jessica Helen Lopez, from “The Lessening”

No anger. And so I sat with my body, my slumped shoulders,
not quite degraded with despair, rather tired with no direction
to shrug. No indignation. No addiction. No victimhood. I awoke
one morning and stared out the window. I stared and wondered,
What the fuck will I do next?

The lack of anger is the loneliest burden to bear.