I feel like sometimes I keep things inside too much. I need to learn to let go, and let the tears flow when necessary!!
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How I did it: Its an emotional release..we cry when were sad..we cry when were happy. In either case you happen to feel better when your done.What makes me cry? Anger, Joy, Love, Happiness, Beauty, Loss, Hope, Relief....and those emotions with no name. Crying waters the flowers of the soul. It allows the body to heal and brings joy to the brain. Remember that crying is not for babies but is for bringing about the flowers in the garden of life. Th… Read how I did it…
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Somehow, I remember a time when I could cry so easily, and it felt so good to let all of those tears out… and these days, for whatever reason, they just won’t come.
Last week, I buried my dog Jake. He was hit by my kids’ school busand killed instantly (thank the gods), and there I was, at 7 in the morning, burying the dog while running a 103 temp… and for all the world, I felt like all of my tears were caught in my nose and sinuses. I tried blowing my nose, rolling my eyes, thinking of even sadder things (yes, there are some things that are sadder – though gratefully few)... and nothing.
I feel like I have all of these things built up inside, waiting, stacking up, getting backlogged… If I could just cry when I need to the first time, I wouldn’t feel so blocked up, maybe.
when you believe that God catches every single one of them. Life’s good.
grlnxtdr thinks it will all work itself out
but it feels right when I do.
Sometimes, I feel so damn alone, and I wish I could talk to my Dad about it. He’d basically tell me to “suck it up” but in a funny way, and I could leave knowing that what he really meant was, “This, too, shall pass.”
I have a fierce respect for Step-parents, because it is the hardest, most underappreciated, disrespected role you could think of. I am sorely ashamed of how I treated my stepfather, and I’m glad I made peace with him, but sometimes I feel like it was a drop in the bucket, too little, too late.
I would be nowhere without him, half my fond and not so fond memories wouldn’t exist, and I wouldn’t have a clue where to begin.



