We sometimes weep in front of a mirror not to inflame self-pity, but because we want to feel witnessed in our despair.
I can’t live alone anymore. I’ve tried it and I can’t do it, the reason being that I need to have a witness to my life.
Without the witness, I say things and no one hears them, I do things and no one sees them. It’s like I don’t exist.
As a younger person, I lived alone successfully, but even then I imagined a witness, an observer.