There's no crying in baseball

Yesterday was a tough day. I was close to tears several times. They came unexpectedly and took me by surprise. I held them back. Maybe I shouldn't have, but it just didn't seem like the time or the place. But the tears are still there, lurking beneath the surface. And I'm not holding them back any more. I haven't cried in such a long time, and I have some mourning to do. I'm saying goodbye to things that have meant a lot to me - my dreams, my self-image, and most of my property.




In addition to the tears, I didn't have much in the way of coping skills yesterday. Normal, everyday activities seemed overwhelming to me. I knew it was going to be a difficult day because I didn't get much sleep the night before, but I really didn't know how hard it was going to be.



I'm so glad I slept well last night. I'm expecting a better day today. And, on a positive note, I discovered a recipe for good, healthy muffins. I'll post a link to the recipe later today.l