I started this post in March of 2015 but was too freaking messed up to publish it. Reading it over today, it still stands as a testimony of how horrifying it is to be in the throes of a PTSD episode. It's time to share it.
A good cry? HAH! I laugh in the face of a good cry. I don't do 'good cries'. I do forced-march-blind-with-pain purges.
If a mental breakdown wants my attention, it should request an appointment.
A good, cathartic cry might be just the wonderful storm that leaves the garden refreshed and ready for planting.