A while ago I wrote a post about crying and why it does nothing to you.
So there I was, more or less three weeks ago, testing my own theory.
And I was NOT a willing participate, I might ad!
But unfortunately my flood gates thought otherwise. I was literally crying my eyes out, bawling and hugging my whiskey bottle.
I cried when it happened on my way to work, during work, on my way back home (fortunately no one saw my sorry state) and finally at home in bed.
I cried for days… many, many days. Every time I thought I was getting better, something set me off and I had difficulties to swallow my hot tears back down.
Do I still cry? No! I feel numb and sad.
The result is still as it was in my actual post:
Crying does nothing to you! And it certainly does not make you feel better!!!
Quite the opposite actually: All it does, it exhausts you and makes you look like a fat ugly toad!
But apparently sometimes it can’t be helped!
Still proud that my theory is right, though (clapping myself on the shoulder)!