A good cry...

Yesterday, even though we were already getting to bed way too late, Mark and I lay in bed and talked.  I am so blessed to have a husband who wants to talk to me, who probes into not just my day to day goings-on but my thoughts and feelings.  Who lets me share with him and will offer his advice if I want it but will respect me enough not to give it if I really don't want to hear it.  He's a gem I tell you!
Anyway, for some odd and unknown reason I've had a lot of things going on in my head as of late.  A lot of negative self-talk.  About my body, my personality, how I interact with others, on friendships or lack thereof, whether I am loved, my parenting, my ability to keep house, to be a wife...oh my goodness, the list goes on and on.  And I've been miserable.  It's like having Eeyore in the house with a little black cloud above him.  I'm one of these people who needs a good cry every once in a while.  It's so cleansing, it releases the dam of pent up emotion and makes it so I can think straight again.
So last night Mark let me talk, and cry, and talk, and cry some more.
I'm truly amazed at the difference this morning.  Sure, the thoughts are still there but now I feel like I have the strength to fight back, to counter the thoughts, to pray about it and to ask God to reveal the truth to me and not allow myself to get bogged down with lies.  To sort out what I need to work on with what simply isn't true.  Yep, there's a little more light at the end of the tunnel today....
...though I told Mark, I may just have to rent a really sad movie to get any residual tears out.
He said that I could always watch his old-school animated Transformers movie.  When Optimus Prime dies it always makes him a little misty.
:o)