It’s a strange feeling and hard to describe. It’s like my eyes want to cry. It comes randomly and then disappears immediately.
I can only guess that it is 40 years worth of repressed sadness, frustration, emptiness trying to escape. I wonder if I have reached my capacity for storing it all up. How much room is left? What happens when I’m completely full? I expect one would need to cry to let it out but I seem to be incapable. The last time I came close to crying it took major effort to sustain it for less than a minute. Still it felt fake and was completely ineffective.
Is there something other than crying to relieve the pressure?