Tonight was a crying night. In fact, this whole week, I’ve fumbled between tears and non-tears. My tears mostly coming at night.
At first, I was quite unhappy about them. Feeling they were portraits of weakness, but since my perception has changed.
I don’t know what doctors say about crying, but it’s cathartic. It brings out the emotion that I can no longer hold within the condiments of my small body. Crying makes me breath in deep and let everything out.
It liberates me from becoming a glass statue – which I feel obliged to say thank you.