Thanks for sharing folks. Yep. I cry. Of course -- I no longer claim to be one of the Big Boys.
For me, not crying -- had been a major part of my sophisticated denial system that I first developed as a child. "Deny the pain and the pain goes away. It might kill me, but it's better to be dead than to feel it." Unfortunately, it also robbed me of the feel-good moments when tears of gratitude would have been appropriate.
The first problem I had to solve when denying the pain was: How do I do this? Yep. I can so a lot with just my mind, but as overly sensitive as I was -- I needed a Higher Power to get the job done. That was when alcohol and drugs became my Higher Power, that could and would do for me -- what I could not do on my own -- if I just sought it and used it.
And, that turned me into a numb and drunk idiot.
That, needed to find an even Higher Power of Freedom -- to free me from the Higher Power of my addictions.