Last night I cried….
I tossed and turned as I cried the tears of a thousand wounded souls. I hadn’t realized how many emotions had been pinned up inside as I moved along my day to day routines. By keeping busy physically I neglected my emotional being. All it took was one thing and the volcano erupted. I cried until my head pounded so hard that my brain’s imprint was left on my forehead… at least that’s how it felt.
I was tired….
I was tired of giving all of me away with no one available to help refill when I needed. I was tired of making excuses for the inaction of someone else. I was tired of working around the clock and feeling alone. I was tired of explaining myself to others as to why I shut out the world at times. I was tired of feeling misunderstood, less than, and second-hand. I was tired of a never-ending to-do list. I was tired of disappointment. I was tired of simply being. I was tired of being tired of everything I’ve yet to tell my therapist.
Sometimes, all we need is a good cry…
There’s something refreshing about a full blown cry that turns your eyes red as fire with your heart marching a hundred steps a minute and enough tears dropping to water a field of lilies. Sometimes it’s needed to find balance within your internal being. It brings you back to reality as you pinpoint areas you need to address and change where necessary. Crying does not make you weak; It makes you aware. Awareness paves the way for preparedness. Preparedness is the pre-requisite for peace and prosperity.
I don’t know who needs to hear this, but “Cry your heart out tonight, so you can get back up tomorrow with the sun.”
