Crying

Sometimes, we cry, and it feels horrible.  We let it all out, and it's ugly.  Maybe it's about one little thing.  Or maybe it's a big thing.  Maybe it's little but feels big at the moment.  Either way, it's an emotion, and it's real. But we start to cry, and other things flood in.  Other trapped emotions, hurts, slights, insecurities.  All of that increases and complicates the current emotion, making it difficult to rationalize, explain, understand.  If you can't understand the crazy feelings yourself, how can you even expect someone else - who thankfully isn't in your brain - to glean a mere fraction of understanding?  Not everything is rational.  Especially matters of the heart.  Even matters of the head!  But you cry, and it releases.  Things slowly start to make sense again, because you let go of the hurt, the slights, some of the insecurities.  The release lets you see the positives again.  Lets the hope back in.  And then you wonder why in hell you even felt disappointed in the first place?  Silly girl.  Silly, silly girl.

And then you move on.  Forward.  Got that out of the way!