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?
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Absolutely! Hot shower, comfy clothes, ice-cream, & without distraction watch “My Sister’s Keeper” with Cameron Diaz, and Abigail Breslin. BTW welcome back, I’ve been boring the great souls who read our blog! 😉 G-uno
Put in a comedy and have a laugh instead. It might even break the wall.
Jay makes a good point. 😉 G-uno
I’m laughing, I’m meandering, in fact on the surface nothing is up. It’s like an itch you can’t scratch. I’m not sure if it’s depression peeking to see if it can push its way in or just a general need to expel some frustration. Not sure… its been morphing to just pissing me off since I still can’t seem to get to it 🙂
Is that a no on “My Sister’s Keeper”because I can have Jay from Assholes Watching Movies hook you up with a better movie. 😉 G-uno
I have already dealt with the emotional trauma from watching that movie, damnit, I refuse to do it again ;P
Nobody escapes that one without a good cry! G-uno