One Hundred and Six: The ability to cry

One hundred and six.


The ability to cry.

I never cry. I don’t know how to. Yet here I am sitting in tears wondering… well, wondering a hell of a lot of stuff and feeling worthless and inadequate. Yet, I should look at the positive. And I should be, and I guess I am, grateful. That I can cry. That I can sit here in tears. Even if and though I have no clue how to relate to this. How to handle the fact that I’m in tears, like, what am I meant to do. Pretend to believe it’ll pass? Pretend that what I’m caring about isn’t true, when it’s the reality? Yet I’m grateful. For the ability to cry. I so often want to and never could, to just be able to express in some way what’s going on for me, and, the ability to cry is definitely something to be grateful for.

One Hundred and Six.

So long as there’s life, there’s hope.


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  1. This puts a new perspective on it, rather than it being something many wish they didn’t do. It is a form of expression, but it can be cathartic (or perhaps that’s just when I cry to the point where I wear myself out), to help process what’s going on and get a little of it out. I don’t really know how to handle crying, but I have learned over the years that it’s okay now, it’s okay to break, to vent, to be covered in tears and not know what to do with them all.

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