“Why?”
I think this is the most dangerous word. It traps me in the past and keeps me from moving forward with action. It expresses my natural desire to make sense of life, but it’s insistence on an answer leaves me feeling inadequate and, often, sad.
Recently, I’ve met some people who have lost family members due to addiction. They ask this question and I don’t have an answer. I only have guesses. And I can’t even say “I know how you feel” because as close as I’ve come (very close) to this, I haven’t lived it. I only have guesses. And sometimes guesses just aren’t enough.
“Why” is a trap … a temptation … perhaps even a hiding place. It hangs out with Anger and Blame way too often and doesn’t play fair. “Why” is an Alpha Male with an ego that doesn’t take “no” for an answer.
Better questions to ask are: “What” (do I do now); “How” (will I move forward); “Who” (will I ask for support); “When” (will I take steps to help myself heal). But there I go again, talking, like I know what I’m talking about. It’s my theory. My guess. I wish I had a wand to wave and make it all better. But all I have are guesses.
God bless you all; and know you’re in my prayers every day.
One Mom Talking: The ongoing story of one mom, three teens, and heroin. 
You are right. It is the utter senselessness of the ‘why’ that gets us every time. Fact is, there is no WHY, there is just IS.
Not fond of the word at all…makes things cloudy. if I try to figure out the why…I end up looking to blame someone or something and that someone or something is usually me.