I mostly cry at night when it’s time for bed. I crawl under the covers and try to relax and then I succumb to the weight of it all.
I cry when I think of a friend who is hurting deeply.
I cry when I accidentally listen to a sad song.
I cry in all medical spaces: doctors offices; support group rooms; at therapy; getting blood work done.
I cry when I see a deer on the side of the road that’s been hit by a car.
I cry if I think too much.
I cry at weddings, funerals, and family dinners.
Sometimes I cry to feel connected. (It’s something I’m working on.)
I don’t think crying is a bad thing.