Its my pity party and I'll cry if I want to.
I have had a lot of word vomit lately and it seems like I can’t get everything out the way I want it to sound without doing what I do best….writing. (Well, not what I do best, but the best way I know how to communicate) Let’s face it: I’m a crier. One of the many characteristics and traits that I have come to acknowledge and accept over the years. I get upset, I cry. I get overwhelmed, I cry. I get really ticked off and I cry. When I can’t put thoughts to words, it all comes out in tears. When 3am came along this morning and I was still staring at my computer working, I felt the tears welling up in my eyes. Nighttime has been really hard for me since the twins died. For many different reasons though…. After they died, I had nightmares where I relived the operating room where I had to have a D&C because of the blood loss after the boys. I would close my eyes and all I could see was the big round BRIGHT lights in the OR. The pres...