There aren't words in English to describe. This is a life-long sourceof anger for me. Our human tongues were made for counting livestock, setting territorial boundaries, and basic description of others' faces. Humans did not develop, or at least, sustain, words for complex emotions and emotional-conceptual interplays underneath.
I am mostly responsible for my own shortcoming and failure. But I consider this a major part of my deprivation, and believe- or at least want to believe- that I might have done better for myself if I'd had these nameless feeling-names in my toolkit.
I have failed this life attempt. If all that's left is a forever-vacuum, I weep and am defenseless. But if my thin thread is true, then maybe some birth down the road, I can be one to look inward and try to make new words.