There’s a lot happening around me that ought to have made me cry, but I just haven’t. There have been personal losses — the death and funeral of a dear friend.
Occasions when I should have cried tears of joy — when an estranged friend wanted to reconnect with me. Professional losses — when I finally had to give up and admit that the novel I had spent years on was just not good enough to be published.
I’ve even thought about the deaths of some beloved animals, to see if that would make me cry. It didn’t. In the past, I’ve never had trouble crying.Read more on themighty.com