Today I am broken. All it took were thoughtless words and a lack of care and the walls of resolve, that I had built up to help me deal with the hard lessons life was dealing me, came tumbling down. The tears flowed and flowed – until in the end I couldn’t even explain why I was crying. I had stockpiled tears. Kept them inside until the space was full and they had no choice but to spill out. Once the dam was broken they didn’t stop and now, as the day comes to a close, my eyes are dry and scratchy feeling. My heart is sore and just for this moment I have to lay aside this heavy backpack I’ve been carrying and allow myself to feel broken and depleted. Tomorrow I will pick it up again, strap it to my back and carry on. There is no one else who can carry it for me. No time for self pity. Tomorrow I will put myself back together and once again look for the joy in my life. I will be there once again to keep my family together, to keep everything functioning as best I can. I know I have a lot to be thankful for and I can recognize that the tears are healing and necessary. The pressure valve has been released. Tomorrow I start again.