A Good Cry

Ever cried till your eyes ran out of tears? Till you feel your insides are wrecked and you're just there, gasping for air?

At some point in our lives, we're bound to experience that. Locking ourselves in our room or in the shower, maybe a public toilet cubicle crying our very hearts out. To be away from everyone else as we are crying, because that's probably our lowest point in life. It might be from a heartbreak, or from losing your beloved pet. Could be anything really. But I'm sure most of you out there know what I'm talking about.

And it's fine. Fine to cry as much as you wish, to scream and resent the world. She's the stupid one for leaving you. His eyes are probably on his butt to not appreciate you. Life is being biased against you. You're entitled to it. It doesn't matter what your gender is, there should be no right or wrong when you're grieving. Ignore those who say "just get over it", we both know it's not easy at all. It's not easy to stay strong. Be vulnerable, and let those tears fall. For you'll feel better after the tears dry up. I can assure you that.

Sometimes all we need is a good cry alone. No need for shoulders to lean on, no need for words of comfort. Just the comfort of our own privacy and our knees to cry on. 

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Long overdue writing that I should have written two years back, around this period of the year, when my eyes ran out of tears. When I should have ended things and not let it drag on.