Phoenix' response prompted a thought. I have crying jags but not the kind that seem to be the end-all, be-all, this-is-the-final-cry kind. However, yesterday, I was so upset by the holiday family dysfunction that I did something I've never done in my life I think. I was in a car at a traffic light and started to cry uncontrollably----the heaving sobs kind and then I started screaming at the top of my lungs. I just felt the pain and grief so acutely I couldn't stop myself. Then, of course, I realized that I was risking the potential of getting pulled over by the police should they pull along side me and had to stop. I was also afraid I might get in a traffic accident. LOL......Not sure if the grief ever really goes away. There's a hole that is so huge it never really gets filled. But I do think crying can be a good thing...a release.. But for me, talking..or writing.....is an even better release...if you can find a kind shoulder or ear.
