A Good Cry

I'm a crier.  Frankly, I wish I had more opportunities to cry.  I think you truly have to feel safe to cry.  Really cry.  Often times, I'm expected to be strong.  I'm the reliable one.  The professional.  But inside, I'd rather be weak.  Not responsible.  Unaccountable.

Sometimes, you have to just let go.  Admit that you're weak, and let someone rescue you.  Lean on the people in your life who want nothing more than to help you.  But how will they ever know, if you don't ask?  We're not meant to live this life alone.  We have to seek and nurture relationships.  Give more than we take.  But also know how to take what is given.  How else can you feel valued? 

I asked for help, and I was rescued.  Then, I cried.