This is a pretty good topic to me, because generally I am a cry baby! I have gotten better about not letting stuff get to me, but lets face it, it still happens! Sometimes you just have to have a big cry and get things out! As many of you know I woke up last year one day in July crying and just couldn’t stop because of all the little things and a few big things that had built up for so long! I know that it helped me to realize sometimes you can’t handle everything on your own that has been thrown at you and that you might need some help along the way. For me that meant taking ST.Johns Wort , which I totally recommend if you have a little bit of the “blues” or even what I would call a meltdown. After I took the pills for just a few days I started noticing that I was back to my old self. At first I was worried that it would make me into some happy go lucky person which I have really never been lol. I just wanted ME back and it worked out.
The last time though that I remember crying was during the time we were moving in here back in late april/early may. Moving is just so seriously stressful, and with me just really getting back to semi-normal after my winter blues, I hadn’t really started getting up early or anything like that yet. So I was getting up when David left and working myself to death to pack things and then coming over here and unpacking and back and forth for about 5 days or so. Trying to figure out what went where and what needed to go in certain loads/certain times and listening to everyones thoughts and opinions drove me nuts. My mom and David and I all 3 had different ideas about how things should be done of course and then there was head butting and I just couldn’t stand it! One day my mom was really aggravated and she kind of went off about how David was having an attitude and was unappreciative and if it wasn’t for her helping me at the same time she would quit doing it.
Well I totally jumped down davids throat about it and he was still being crazy (which he does this every time we move so you know I am semi used to it) but I just hated he was being so disrespectful when people were trying to help so after the fact he ended up having a really bad dream and a bad panic attack and I was pretty worried so I cried the next day when no one was around and got it all out.