Why do we feel the way we do

Why do you feel so alone, even if the room is over flowing with people? Why do you no longer have the same connection with friends? Is losing a child so hard for everyone? I feel my life is in turmoil, and I hind behind that false smile daily, it now second nature. The simplest of question have no meaning ‘How are you feeling?, I hear myself say ‘fine’, ‘ok’ or another benign answer. The truth is we are not fine, each day we get out of bed and breath.