The joy of writing, at least one of them, is that we can write a story without ever telling you how we FEEL about what happens in it. It's possible to write a sad story without feeling sad about it, but some readers find that hard to believe.
Sometimes, people try to dig deep in a shallow ass pond and there's nothing there. Or they create their own stories using one or two words that don't even belong to me and still very much manipulate the course of my journey. It's all very strange. Sometimes you find out everything in a piece and sometimes, there is nothing there but the piece itself; just a recollection of events. No confirmation or denial that it happened to me exactly.
But I will say, the things I write about, connect deeply with me. They linger and reside in me until I put them on someone else's plate to feast on. Nonetheless, sharing universal burdens is a burden on its own.