For much of today, I could not cry. A few times while talking with a friend over lunch, and then later with my best friend, some of the feelings welled up and came right to the surface.
But for most of the day, I just felt emotionally constipated.
I can’t possibly be done crying.
I mean, I don’t feel like I should be after only a week.
At the same time, I felt grateful that I wasn’t crying all day.
And also frustrated because I felt like I couldn’t access enough emotional release.
I am still so, so overwhelmed with these waves. And I can’t even ride the waves without passing judgement on them. Sometimes my brain really frustrates me.