I cry when I listen to people who are brave enough to release their truth- being completely vulnerable and open in front of such a chaotic, loud world.

I cry when I hear someone talking about the progress they’ve made and celebrating their successes.

I cry when I hear about devastating loss, and when I think about the strength that each human has to be able to continue through life after such tragedy.

I cry when I listen to people talk about true, pure love and when I can see it beaming from their eyes- seeing the wave of emotion take over and wash away all fears.

I cry when I feel, which is often. I used to hate crying but now I love it. It’s a release, but it’s also a reminder of how deeply we can connect to ourselves and each other.