Well, you know how sometimes it's just tender times, and it's been that way here lately. Everything makes me cry right now--happy things, sad things--it doesn't matter. I just. Cry. In fact, I cried that whole time I wrote this. But, as always whenever I write about the subject of mental illness, I hear from so many good-hearted people who are trying to get things right in their own lives. I feel honored to hear their stories.
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Such true words - thank you.
My experience is that the more I cry when writing something, the sweeter and more vital the writing. Your column is true and beautiful. Thank you for writing it.
If I could cry, I'd never stop.
Love the article! So true!
Love this. And you, Ann Cannon. Here's to less, and then fewer, teary days.
Beautifully written. You do a really good job of writing about this. Thank you.
I cried when I read it. TRUTH!!
I wish more people understood, it is like bones breaking. But no one gets it...so I just sweep it under the rug, try to smile and go on. Sometimes I just hope the day gets better and sometimes it does. But on those days when it doesn't I just wait for bedtime. That is my safe time. Nothing bad happens, no pain, no worries...just darkness and sleep. But then when the morning comes, it all starts again. Paul wrote about the problem he had and how he tried during 3 seasons to be rid of it.....I bet it was depression.
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