I am a crier.\u00a0 I don’t cry every day and sometimes I go weeks without crying, but I cry quite often.\u00a0 Sometimes when I am happy and most times when I am sad.\u00a0\u00a0 I don’t really like to cry, but as one author wrote in his autobiographical\u00a0book,\u00a0 his bladder was close to his eyes, and\u00a0I guess mine is too.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 A sad story, a happy story, tragedy,\u00a0 others’ sadness, my children, my husband, friends or family members\u00a0passing, all have made me cry.\u00a0 Sometimes I cry for absolutely nothing.\u00a0\u00a0 If you ever watched Everybody Loves Raymond on television,\u00a0Deborah, Raymond’s wife was sitting on their couch one day just crying and Ray saw her through a window and wondered what was wrong.\u00a0 When he found out she was just crying because she wanted to, he was dumbfounded and couldn’t figure out why she would want to do that.\u00a0 My husband is uncomfortable when I cry because I am usually a strong, cheerful person.<\/p>\n
I have seen friends and family go through some horrible times in their lives and I have cried with them.\u00a0 Some things just seem unbearable at times, but I find that a good cry seems to let go of some of the grief held inside. One time I was going through a particularly bad time, I won’t go into it, but I was attending a Bible study with several women and all of a sudden, during the study I started sobbing.\u00a0 I mean a complete breakdown with tears that would not stop. I finally got up to leave and one of the ladies followed me and asked me what was wrong and I told her.\u00a0 She didn’t tell me not to cry. She commiserated with me.\u00a0\u00a0 The strange thing was, that after that good cry, things started looking\u00a0differently and I felt much better. I didn’t know how much grief I had been holding inside.\u00a0\u00a0 I believe God gives us tears for a reason.\u00a0 One day He will wipe away all tears.<\/p>\n
Never tell someone not to cry. I have had friends who have lost their husbands and people have told them not to cry. How awful.\u00a0 I would never tell anyone not to cry because to do so would be to hold all that grief inside. It’s not good for you. A friend told me the worst thing people told her after her husband had passed,\u00a0was not to cry.<\/p>\n
I was watching a movie on Amazon Prime the other day and there was a song on it called, “Let Me Cry.”\u00a0 It’s about letting someone cry even if it makes you feel uncomfortable.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 They need to cry.\u00a0 It’s by Hillary Wells, someone I had never heard of before, but I looked up some of her other songs and they are tear jerkers.\u00a0\u00a0 I sat there, all alone in my living room and bawled my eyes out.\u00a0\u00a0 I told David about it later and started crying again.\u00a0 He didn’t know what to do!<\/p>\n
The movie, “Marley and Me” is one I cannot watch.\u00a0 We saw it at a movie theater and\u00a0 when it got to the really sad part, I got that choked feeling in my throat and then I sobbed.\u00a0 One day at my daughter’s house, they wanted to watch it, but I had to leave the room when the sad part came on.\u00a0 I hope you know what I am talking about. It’s a good movie, but sad.<\/p>\n
So, do you cry?\u00a0 Do simple things make you cry or do you need a big, awful thing to happen for you to cry?\u00a0\u00a0I don’t know what you are going through now, but if it deserves a good cry, let it out.\u00a0 Don’t hold back.\u00a0\u00a0 Then blow your nose and go on living. That’s all anyone can do.<\/p>\n
I promise my next post will be about happier things.<\/p>\n
From a crier and not ashamed of it. Bye.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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