After the death of my husband, I cried. I couldn’t stop crying. Hard as I tried to turn my upside down smile right side up again, I just couldn’t control my tears. I was a mini Montserrat, erupting tears when I least expected it. in addition, I looked like a walking Halloween mask. How could I not? I was a walking wet wreck because my mascara was running down my cheeks.
If you’re having difficulty controlling your tears because you just buried your husband, don’t be afraid to cry; don’t be afraid to let your tears out. Holding in feelings and emotions is tantamount to holding your breath – it prolongs the grief process and may even make you physically ill – think migraine headaches, stomach ulcers, and stress-related illnesses. It’s just not healthy or is it the wise thing to do. so stop it. then after you’ve given yourself permission to let the hurt out, go purchase a tube of waterproof mascara.
Once you’ve established your personal freedom act – permission to cry any time, any place – and wisped your curly eyelashes in indelible dry charcoal black, you’ll notice a huge difference in your new outlook on life, and how clean your face looks.
It is okay to feel sad, alone, lonely, depressed. It is okay to cry. on the long list of ugly, losing a husband rockets to the top, but you don’t have to look like a waterlogged charcoal briquette, too.
Now that we’ve both had a good chuckle, the next time you feel that tsunami wave of grief come over you, allow yourself a good cry, and be secure in the knowledge that although your heart is breaking, at least your face won’t turn a darker shade of coal.