A Cross Bitch Writes An Acrostic
How A Good Cry Can Help Your Mental Health
Oh, how I love me some tears. You can’t beat them when push comes to shove, and The Feels come a-knocking at the back of the old eyeballs. They don’t love me though. But if I can enjoy a good cry, I can have hope.
At the risk of sounding like a complete Moaning Mildred (look, if you’re a regular reader of my blog you know it goes that way sometimes), I got no joy from the build-up to the opening ceremony of Rio 2016 Olympics.
We interrupt this blog to bring you an important message:
Time means NOTHING. It heals NOTHING. It helps NOTHING.
As you were…