I always try to stop it. Since I am yakked up on 30mg of Lexapro I am usually successful. Always successful. I feel the tears and I shut them off.
Therapist say cry = good. Cry = release. Cry = growth.
I say cry = surrender. Cry = losing. Cry = not in control.
This wkend was so long and so horrible. Lydia is consuming all the oxygen in this house.
We walk around waiting for the bomb to explode.
It did and I sobbed like a momma should. Man I really feel better but maybe it is because no one is home right now but me.