I don't cry much at all about my bipolar disorder, unless it's really bad and a type of episode where I can no longer maintain my "tight fists". Obviously I do cry when I mourn certain major losses (my mom, nephew, career job), but not all. I sometimes wish I could cry more when in pain. Often I become agitated to an extreme. Crying seems to me a healthier release.

Oddly, I cry most at certain movies. I can't tell you how much I cried at the end of the movie "Amadeus". Also, my husband recently took me to see the Mr. Rogers documentary. I cried throughout the entire thing. Really, the entire thing. I was not the only person crying there. Mr. Rogers was such an exceptionally wonderful man. Even my husband cried a bit and he didn't grow up with Mr. Rogers, being a European.

I'm actually relieved that Mr. Rogers is no longer with us. After 9-11 he grew so depressed with what had happened, like many of us did. These current times are almost equally distressing in many ways. It's rare to find such a sympathetic, gentle, truly caring person. My husband is that way with me, in particular. My husband is also a sensitive soul.