the cause is of the utmost important to the doctors. this makes sense; you can’t fix a problem without ever addressing its roots. “really, what’s the cause?” it’s a term of art, but it’s made very personal very quickly. the other answers make sense: divorce, miscarriage, death. I hold my breath for fear that the jumbled reason might pour out without my consent; I hold my breath, I can’t say anything because I can’t tell anybody the core of my being is afflicted with Sartre’s metaphysical nausea; I hold my breath and the world gets real hazy real fast. (or, oh the crazies in a room full of crazies)
(Source: patagonia)
