It happened.
It finally happened.
The ugly cry.
The hysterical, uncontrollable, heart and gut wrenching crying that comes during the storm of a lesson.
The feeling that my heart is being physically ripped out of my body, with no way to stop it.
I don't want to stop it.
I want to feel the pain.
I want to feel the broken heart.
I want to feel the tears running down my cheeks, washing away the pain.
I want to feel all of it.
By feeling it, I can then begin to heal.
I can begin to blossom.
I can begin to grow into the woman and submissive I am with even more strength.
I can rise above a temporary setback and emerge victorious.
I can finally move on.
I can return to the me I never should have left behind.
I can finally be free.
The ugly cry, quite simply, is deep healing for my beautiful soul that I don't always recognize.
Welcome home, beautiful one.
Blessings.