I cry a lot. Like, I mean, A LOT.
I cry anytime my emotions get overwhelming, it seems — which, like I said, is a lot.
I suppose I should learn (somehow) to look at it as a good thing since it obviously isn’t going to change any time soon. . .
It IS quite frustrating, though. . . On so many levels. . .
I cry because I am lonely.
I cry because I miss my sons.
I cry because I miss my best friends. My family. My home state.
I cry because I miss my mother — who has been dead for nearly 16 years.
I cry because I miss my husband, even though we live under the same roof.
I cry because I feel inadequate.
I cry because I loathe housework, yet I allowed myself to become a housewife.
I cry because I have no control over my body in trying to have a child with my husband.
I cry because I’ve had braces for nearly a-year-and-a-half & I have nothing to show for it yet.
I cry because I have an eye that needs at least one drop every day — & might need it for the rest of my life if I don’t go blind in it first.
I cry because I quit smoking, but also started eating more & moving less, thus, I live in the largest version of my body it has ever been.
But, I suppose, I also cry because I am happy. (Thankful #1)
I cry because I love it when my son calls me unexpectedly. (Thankful #2)
I cry because I got to see my best friend again, unexpectedly, so reason says it’ll happen again soon. (Thankful #3)
I cry because I know I am lucky to have so many people to care about that seem to also care about me. (Thankful #4)
I cry because my husband says & does just the right things at just the right moment, more often than not. (Thankful #5)
I cry because my son will be here in just a few nights to spend a week-and-a-half with us over Thanksgiving. (Thankful #6)
I cry because I am alive. (Thankful #7)
I cry because I am a hormonal, emotional female. . . & I suppose it’s better than not feeling anything at all. (Thankful #8)
Then, I cry because I actually feel the need to share the fact that I cry a lot — even if I am glad to have the outlet! (Thankful #9)
I cry for all of these reasons & plenty more. . .
I even cry when I don’t even have a reason, it seems. . .
I’m learning to embrace this part of me. . . (Thankful #10) It is obviously not going to change, so it seems prudent to at least try to accept it, eh?