I’m letting go of betrayal. Having been married for 20+ years, I was blindsided. I couldn’t eat or sleep. I dropped to 90 lbs. How could I weigh so little when the sorrow felt so heavy? I leaned, cried, wined & therapied. During a session, my therapist buck-snorted, saying I should consider stand-up. Say what now? I was working on standing up. Then my divorce attorney said the same dang thing. I had been in training; those quips were enabling me to heal. Witticisms, barbs & bon mots were effervescent bubbles wrapping themselves around and capturing the heaviness. Allowing it to be light. Light enough to move up and out, through laughter. Thank goodness life allows for a concoction of hurt-slaying, clever deliciousness to offset suffering. Where would we be without humor? Our human life raft.