Needs an update, though: elimae is closed.
My friend told me that after bereavement he wrote a lot, and that rejections from lit mags just seemed trivial after that and were sort of therapeutic in a sense.
I had stopped writing and submitting for a while. I have started up again. The rejections mean nothing compared to what is going on with my dad, but honestly despite their triviality it still does feel like bee stings on top of a huge gaping wound.