Catharsis Redux
It has always been a source of strength for me. The ability to cry. To allow myself the cathartic expression of emotions that seems to purge my being of pain and grief. And of the disjointed emotions of life that come upon me as I pass through the world. I use crying to wring the detritus of sorrow from my heart, and it completes me. Once again. Never in my childhood, or even beyond, was I ever admonished to refrain from...
