ugly cry
i've been in touch with my emoshuns and ugly crying a lot.
the littlest of things get the tear ducts going - rly doro rly.
but gotta keep reminding myself of God's goodness; that all this is temporal and things WILL IMPROVE even if they seem like they're going nowhere now.
and to let myself ugly cry.
therapy has been helpful and at the last session i just bawled till i couldn't breathe. but that was cathartic. and i also didn't know i had so much sadness stored up within me.
i'm starting to let it go now.
the memories do come in waves, but i'm letting them hit me and then go through me so that i acknowledge their existence but don't let them dictate my future.
we had good times too. but it doesn't discount the disrespect and hurt and pain. they coexisted.