I allow myself to cry when I feel out of control and out of options. I use to spend energy suppressing my emotions to the detriment of my mental and physical health. Since my divorce and layoff from my job, I live with my beloved Scottish Terrier and feel free to let the tears flow in the privacy of my apartment. Although, I don't subscribe to "pity parties" often, as there are always far more challenging situations that others deal with, my life is important and has value to me. Being alone creates vulnerability to life's challenges and the knowledge that I am fully responsible for every decision and it's consequences can be overwhelming. My new reality now holds the ongoing challenges of poverty. The medical insurance, steady, weekly paycheck that once sustained my comfortable existence are gone now. I am still recovering from the economic circumstances laid on me and, although an eternal optimist, I am only human. When I encounter yet another blow, I, unashamedly, allow the cathartic healing of tears run their course and then carry on.