Ever had one of those moments where you seem to have a physical need to bawl your eyes out but there isn’t anything quite sad enough to put you over?
Don’t get me wrong, right now I have plenty of worries and some things I’m depressed and disappointed about. But I was 18 the first time I ever really cried emotionally and it’s been a long journey for me to accept that it’s ok to do.
Not even thoughts of my mom who passed too young seem to bring the tears like they used to. Or… maybe its that I refuse to let an old wound break me down to a sobbing puddle. I need a good fresh cry for a fresh wound.
I’m such an idiot right?
The very fact that I don’t have any wound bad enough to sob over should be a reason to celebrate. But there they are…. those tears wedged back there like a series of splinters waiting to be released.
Ever had that? What did you do?