I hadn’t cried in 7 years and decided to do some emotional exercises to make myself cry. So I managed to cry about 4 months ago, haven’t been able to since even with my grandmothers death. Might start trying again.
I hadn’t cried in 7 years and decided to do some emotional exercises to make myself cry. So I managed to cry about 4 months ago, haven’t been able to since even with my grandmothers death. Might start trying again.
It’s part of what makes me… me. The people around me know me as a competent person who’s always got a plan and will always fight through emergency situations with a cool head. They also know I’m not dealing with the loss of a family member well. What would I gain by forcing myself to hide that fucking, goddamn pain that comes like a crushing wave sneaking up on me all the time? I’ll sit there with red eyes riding that out for a little, you guys deal with the world until I’m back.