I'm crying as I write this. Perhaps it was the conversation, or the wine, I can't be sure. All I know in this very moment is that I sad. The tears flow freely, often preventing me from seeing the words as I attempt to type them. The thoughts move through my brain, like thunder in a storm. How after all these tears can I have any tears left to cry? After all the pain and suffering, emotional trauma, do I have anything left inside me?
Anything sad in my life is now a trigger for more sadness, more tears, more loneliness. Even though I have an amazing spouse, I am all alone in my struggles. Although he tries, he cannot fully comprehend my sadness. My fears and anxiety are my own demons, and I must face them alone.
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