When I read Terri Reinhart’s story, For Crying Out Loud, I cried until I laughed.
I never used to be one who cried. During my pre-Parkinson’s days when I was a Certified Public Accountant, I never cried for 15 years. Of course as an accountant, I seldom laughed or expressed much of any emotion.
The “gift” of Parkinson’s opened up my tear ducts. Now…
I cry at weddings.
I cry at funerals.
I cry when I talk about having Parkinson’s Disease, and I cry when “I don’t want to talk about it.”
I cry when waiting for approval of my disability benefits, and I cry when the benefits are approved.
I cry when I do amazing things such as dance with the Rockyettes and climb the vertical ladders at Mesa Verde National Park, and I cry when I think of the future without these activities.
I cry when people are kind and cry when people are cruel.
Perhaps I have turned into a Cry Baby, but that’s okay because I am emotionally healthy now. Opening up the flood gates has allowed the full expression of ALL my emotions. Laugher through tears is my favorite, like sunshine after a hard rain.