So I closed it.

It was a testing experience, reading something written by someone I love, saying that everything I've ever believed or chosen to believe or chosen to know is not true. Either my dinner suddenly became heavy in my stomach, or as I read, the hope and belief I have that brings me happiness in this life was being contradicted in my mind. After experiencing a brief feeling of the hopelessless brought on by this different way of thinking, I decided I had the choice to continue entertaining doubt by reading on, or to rid my entire body, or so it felt, of that possessing, dampening spirit by closing the writing. So I closed it.