Sometimes that is all you can do.

Because you have tried everything else.

The tricks. The tips. The advice. The expertise. The expert. The system. That person who knows. The solution. The answer.

Even the magic pill.

You tried it all.

And it didn’t work. Nothing worked.

You had faith each time. You thought, This is it. This is the thing that will work. This time it is different.

This relationship is different.

This conversation is different.

This job is different. This client is different.

This diet is different.

This project is different.

This schedule is different.

This approach is different.

But it isn’t different. It wasn’t different. Damnit, it’s all still the same. You are still the same. 

What, now?

Go ahead and cry.

That’s all you can do.

It’s free. And freeing.

It makes you stronger. Not weaker. Stronger.

So let it all out. C’mon, let that shit out.

Go ahead, get down and dirty. Sniffly and snotty. The more the better.

Have a good cry for me. For you.

Then, get up and try it again.

 

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  • http://www.randomshelly.com/blog/ Shelly

    Those types of cries take a lot out of you!  AND that IS the point – right?  I’ve had those – still make me want my magic pill though – but alas…. :)  

    XO

  • Elanalancer

    Allison, I love this.  The truth of it is more than the body can handle. That’s why tear ducts exist : )

    • http://loveyourmessbook.com Allison Nazarian

      So true, Elana! Sometimes it is more than we can handle.

  • Shelly

    Just stumbled across this blog/post, completely by coincidence and had to comment right away. This is exactly where I am at. I have been trying for years, nothing works. Going to have a good cry now. Thanks so much for writing this.

    • http://loveyourmessbook.com Allison Nazarian

      Glad you stopped by, hope you will be back!

  • http://wisewellwomen.com/ Nanette

    Oh, I just love a good cry! Somehow I never realize how heavy the tension is that I’m carrying around until I have finally released it in a good cry. In that brief moment of quiet that comes with my last sigh I know that I’m OK. And with refreshing smile, I carry on.
    Thanks for putting this out there…

    • http://loveyourmessbook.com Allison Nazarian

      So true. Like once you relieve yourself of that tension and burden it really does feel so much better. Thank you! :)

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