A Good Cry
I’m feeling a little better.
I had a complete breakdown this week, and I cried for hours. Longer than I’ve ever cried. I think I’ve just been bottling a lot of stuff up inside me (refer to last week’s blog) so that I was numb. It just happened to all come out during a work meeting (sorry, Chad, and Laura) and I just couldn’t stop crying.
This is why I love my job and am so thankful for the people I work with. They are understanding and kind. Not dismissive and condescending, like a lot of people I’ve worked with in the past. I love everyone I work with.
So the moral of this is, it’s okay to have a complete mental and emotional breakdown. Sometimes it needs to happen. I needed it to happen. It’s even better when you have it and there are nice people around who try to make you laugh and talk to you in a way that shows they understand. I felt so much better after I cried. I needed that release.
I’ve been thinking of taking a little break from Facebook, too. Anymore it just depresses me. So many people just write hateful posts that bum me out. I miss connecting with people on a more personal level…I miss hearing my friends’ voices on the phone and miss seeing them in person. I won’t deactivate my account, but it’s getting a little old to me.
I subbed for junior high English two days this week…it went better than I expected. I also had some beautiful flowers delivered on Valentine’s Day from the wonderful husband I don’t deserve.
I also had a great meeting with my counselor, which might have triggered my breakdown…just bringing everything up to the surface…but that’s good. I feel emotionally cleansed. I was pretty clogged. The problems are still there, but I now feel like I have more insight, and I feel like I got a lot out of my system.
I love a good cry.