The last three nights I've cried myself to sleep. I walk in the door after work and start crying for hours until I cry myself to sleep.
Today I cried all day from the moment I woke up, until I finished my homework assignment.
I cried hard at work.
I cried to my new therapist (first time with her).
I cried into my homework.
Crying is supposed to release endorphins that make you feel better.
I will always be rooted to the airport. Gun violence will always force me back there.
I have more tears to shed but it's more than I can bare these days.
My heart has been broken all over again.
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