How effing cathartic is it to cry? As in, cry properly?

While it sucks that there’s a need to cry, it does wonders when you let it all out—snot and all.

Mine’s been brought on by a series of bad things, some more trivial than others. Each I could manage on their own, but when they snowball, then I struggle to keep above it all.

Above all this, I know things will get better. Soon.

This weheartit-style post is brought to you by my hormones. Normal blogging will return shortly. Promise.