Heather, I remember once, during all the turmoil, going to the doctor ( I was sick a lot that first year) and just having the doctor put his hands on me, (strep throat, swollen glands, etc) I cried and cried. Something about the physical aspect, having someone care for me when I thought no one did. Never met the guy, but he cared enough to realize there was more to my being sick, than just my virus.

I think we just have so much pent up emotion some times that letting it out, it's like a dam bursting. It just flows and we can't stop it.

Did it feel good letting it out?

Each experience in life has formed me, become part of me, made me stronger.