They come at most inopportune times. Like Sunday during mass. I was ok and something set me off, then we got to peace be with you and I got hugs. Seriously I lost it then. I do not do well with sharing my pain. I would much rather sit in a corner and lick my wounds.
I cried during Criminal Minds, when the girl was found hanging onto the buoy. All I could think was what a fighter she was and how my Avery was a fighter. I cried at a bookstore today. I am not a weepy person. I don’t walk around looking sad and weepy and I seriously don’t share my pain.
I do share my anger. With anyone who can hear my voice. That I am good at. And I am angry but mostly I am sad and completely scared.