I logged on to CNN this morning and burst into tears when I read the news. I quickly switched to what I thought would be lighter fare in the blogosphere,  and I cried over Amber’s post about body image, and Arabella’s post about her parents, and the trials Mama Tulip is facing right now. Oh sheesh. Clcking over to the daily comic pages looking for a laugh, I started sobbing over the story line in For Better or For Worse.

The mail brought a spiritual card from my big brother offering prayers and  encouragement as I face some health issues. It made me cry.

As I was preparing to make E-Grrrl’s birthday cake, my heart went out of rhythm, which upset me and, you guessed it, I cried again.

I’d forgotten I could be like this.

For most of the past two and a half years, I’ve taken a little blue pill each day that softened the raw edges of my emotions. During the summer, I scaled back to half a pill and with my doctor’s encouragement, tapered off that over the last month. No more blue pills.

This weekend the double whammy of being bitch-slapped by hormones and not enough sleep  has reduced me to a simpering mess. At this point,  I don't think I could survive a Disney movie or a Hallmark commercial.

All I can say is that it’s not easy being a natural woman.

September 30 2006