"Think of a wall made of tissue paper and a giant fist punching through it, without warning. It felt a bit like that, if you can imagine such a thing."Such a strong emotion, it's so easy to weigh someone down.            Somehow, over the years, this one has become a consistent pattern in my mind. For reasons that forsake me often, I get gripped by it. Lucky for me, I let it drown me once, but once alone. Never again did it manage to hurt me. But, then again, is it just building up its power once again to engulf me? I do not know, and truthfully I do not care. One bout of loneliness or depression, whatever you call it, can have great healin