I grew up being told not to cry or I would be given something to cry about. Makes sense, right?

I cry a lot in therapy, but I have never sobbed. I just leak tears. And get all snotty. I hate it, but I've come to accept that the harder I try to stop it, the worse it is.

The only time I've ever sobbed in front of anyone was when my mother died. Even then, it wasn't in front of T. I'm not sure I'll ever be able to sob in front of him. I'm sure he'll consider it a red letter day if I do. Therapists seem to eat that stuff up with a spoon.