The night is darkest before the dawn

Every now and then it's okay to cry. To cry as if the world is over. To wallow in all that is your pain and misery. Or what you think is pain and misery. Whether it is trivial and childish or truly great pain, you have the right to cry. To feel what you need to feel in order for the sun to come out and the rainbow to form.

Today it all came down like the Niagra Falls. And once I start I can't stop. After some time, there were no more tears left, and I was exhausted. I got up out of bed and walked around my room. It felt good. I felt better. There is always tomorrow. A new day. For good new things. And happy old things.

Every now and then I fall apart. And soon after, I put myself together. The dawn is beautiful.