The Rising Tide

I'm a cryer. I don't shout, yell or rebel. My default setting when I'm overwhelmed with emotion, grief or helplessness is to cry. After childhood this is seen as a weakness and to be honest it does feel pretty pathetic. But, like the tide it can't be controlled. I tend to find, just like for those people who's default upset setting is anger, it's always better to let the tide rise, the river burst its banks and the dam to burst, to embrace the rising tide, before you can ever hope to calm down and move forward. That's what this one's about.