It was nice that your colleague was there to comfort you. Do you find yourself feeling like crying often at work?

These are my most recent obs, from this Saturday and Sunday.

The first happened on Saturday evening when I was visiting my friend to help organize at her woodshop. We were seated at a table together, her working on a letter and me planning a pattern on some scrap planking. We weren't talking much, just busying ourselves in our work, when she said "can I ask you something?" and when I looked over her eyes were glistening.

This, of course, snapped me right to attention and I asked her what was wrong. She told me she was struggling to write a letter to her sister in rehab, and was worried, both about her and about not being able to convey what she needed to.

"I love her so much," she said, her eyes starting to flow. I put my hand on her upper back and rubbed gently in circles. "Well, that might be a good opening right there," I said back. I didn't want to interrupt her train of thought, so I didn't say much else, but just sat next to her and watched her write. She has very wet eyes when she becomes emotional. They tend to gleam and fill with pools of tears, so it's hard for her to hide it.

She seemed relieved after she finished writing. She never went beyond some very wet eyes and a streak or two on her cheeks, but it seemed a weight of her shoulders after she was done with the letter. She told me afterwards, "you always know how to be here at the right times."

The second one came Sunday afternoon. I texted a friend of mine, an older woman, who I knew was going through some personal and financial difficulties, and had been pretty quiet lately. She told me was struggling and I asked if I could drop in to visit her for a bit after work.

She admittedly doesn't enjoy crying, but sometimes can't help herself. We hugged, and sat down in chairs in her living room as she explained the nature of her current crisis, and the general feeling of betrayal and condescension she'd experienced from some other "friends."

All the while, she kept pausing from time to time to

Lavande wrote:

I am so afraid of bothering people through my own melancholy and fragility that I refuse to let anyone hold me or wipe my tears like I used to when I was younger. Despite how much I need it and want it.
I want to feel safe in someone's arms, I want to cry, my head wrapped against their chest, until I feel too tired to move or cry anymore.
I want to be put to sleep after crying for hours, just like when I was a child.

That's a beautiful description. It's often so much harder to ask someone to be there for us than to be there for others.

I've frequently wished the same thing, but from the other side - to have someone cry herself to sleep in my arms because she needed a safe place to weep for hours and chose me. It's a beautiful thought.

I couldn't give an exact date and time, but I tear up a lot more these days than I used to. Perpetual depression will do that to you.

I have no idea what show you're referring to, but I love "Nearer My God To Thee," particularly in *Horbury* melody. Makes me think of *A Night to Remember.*

Definitely. A single tear down a cheek can be attractive, but full-on uncontrollable ugly sobbing is so much more.