I ended up on one of the forums I lurk over, and awhile back I had posted about an issue that was bothering me. I finally went to read the replies (if any). It’s a little odd and uncomfortable to open yourself for discussion, but I was doing okay until the last reply. It brought up something I hadn’t thought about and frankly, I just spent the last hour bawling my eyes out. Even the cats were looking at me with the look What the hell is the matter with you? I feel. .so. . drained. . .right now. Not that it’s a bad thing, but wow. Guess that issue was a bit more painful than I thought. Time to go to bed!
Edit the next morning: I felt better after my good cry. Sometimes you need that. However, I was amused that during the night I dreamed I was out with friends and we were at a magnificent pastry shop. I bought a piece of a fabulous triple-layer mousse cake, it was so good I licked my fingers clean afterwards. It was a complete girly indulgence thing. I woke and realized it was all a dream–no calories! Yeah!