I have no wise words today, in this I fail, but let us presume that actions speak louder than words. Actions being the text in which I scribe from keys, let them be acknowledgement of my sympathies.
'Tis more than simple sympathy that pulls me into your text, the feeling of familiar saddness so powerful it moves past simply being 'blue'. The pain so great it can bring a tear to a fallen angel's eye. If only words could chase the pain away and over a cliff. Instead, it is the pain biting our own heels towards the sharp edges of our minds. If only we could hold a torch to fight our way back to the hopeful meadows. Light the darkness away back to where it belongs.
Until that torch reaches my hands and I can safely teach you how to ignite the wick, let these simple actions of empathy be enough. I have no torch, but a simple candle. Let us at least, keep it lit to search for that torch. Simple actions to fight this ever darkening room.