๐ŸŽŸ Let's talk about crying

๐ŸŽŸ Let's talk about crying

Sobbing, weeping, or bawling - whatever your method, I invite you to join me for a special conversation with Heather Christle, author of The Crying Book, an incandescent ode to our tears.

Sanity by Tanmoy

You are bawling your eyes out in the bathroom. You are in agony and it hurts even more that no one knows, and no one can know because there are people dying out there with flooded lungs, babies orphaned right after they are born, their stunned old grandparents begging strangers for breast milk, crematoriums hanging โ€˜house fullโ€™ boards at their gates, so your own puny sorrow feels immoral right now.

But no oneโ€™s watching you here, so you let rip. Soon you realise you canโ€™t stop. Hโ€ฆ hโ€ฆ hellooohhoo Goohoogle, can people choke on their own tears?

Just then your screensaver catches your eye:

It is fortunate to have a nose. Hard to feel you are too tragic a figure when the tears mix with snot. There is no glamour in honking.