People cry not because they are weak, but because they’ve been strong for too long.
The other day I was driving home in rush hour traffic when I started to cry.
I was thinking about — probably thinking too hard about — way too many things. Feeling overwhelmed, my eyes started to water, my nose started to sniffle….and then the tears fell down fast and furiously. In the middle of traffic. Down Kingsway. Across 12th Avenue. All the way home.
I wonder how I made it home with my eyes brimmed with tears that pooled along the rims of my eyes, and fell like rivers across my cheeks.
I was home before 9 to 5 hours were complete. Too early to get a much needed hug. I didn’t want to bother anyone. In the quiet, I let the crying subside. I let the sadness wash over me. And I told myself I was a lucky person and only good things come to me and I was in a safe place.
sure enough this became true.
And although I felt infinitely better…
I felt guilty that
I wished I was being comforted by