There are days that seem more than I can handle.
The tears are "RIGHT THERE"...
and might leak out over "nothing".
I miss my son.
I miss my daughter.
I miss the childhood I didn't have.
I miss friends living in different places.
I emote about news stories,
friends' discussions about their families,
and videos of military homecomings,
and 50-year-old dads seeing color for the first time.
This is not my "normal".
My normal has had tears suppressed
for close to 30 years.
My normal was termed a "crybaby"
for normal childhood responses...
so I learned to never let it show.
I got to where I couldn't cry if I wanted to...
or needed...
I didn't cry when my grandparents died...
of course, I also wasn't allowed a relationship with them.
Moving has not solicited tears,
nor loss, or loneliness, or fear.
I used to watch overly-done military reunion videos
to help myself process the emotions
from my husband being overseas for a year.
I don't know what to do with this overload.
I am feeling more,
and crying more,
and missing more,
and longing more.
None of this is wrong or bad.
It just IS.
I am actually glad that I can cry now.
But it is too much at once....
Saturday, September 16, 2017
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Hi. Laura. I love reading your posts,how transparent you are. I am praying for you all.
Love you Laura!! Thank you for sharing all that you do. I hope we get to see you all again soon.
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