“There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness but of power. They are messengers of overwhelming grief and of unspeakable joy.”
I have seen far too many tears recently. It was entirely a bad thing except for one.
But I got to teach someone that tears are not weakness… they are a mark of power. That when you’re overwhelmed, laying down in your bed, holding your head and crying your eyes out can be a great start to dealing with life.
But I don’t know. I feel like my brain is prepared to riot. Like it will refuse to think.
I think that is a good sign it is time for tears.
Sorry my friends. It’s the best I have right now.