Carlotta

I love that song so here it is for all of us who have cried rivers and also to those of us who could not even find their tears anymore

HikerLady

I was sobbing in the car there, in the parking lot before, and during...absolutely exhausted after, but my oh my was it a healing cry.

barelybreathing

I have been attending alanon for 5 months and I still cry in the meetings. I feel so safe at these meetings that it has become a release for me. I know everyone understands because everyone there has been through it.

hopeful4

It took me months of attending Celebrate Recovery before I could make it through one without crying.

PippiLngstockng

I cried silently the entire first meeting. The tears just poured out. I couldn't speak. A bunch of lovely ladies tried to talk to me afterwards, but I was incapable of saying anything.

The next day, xah found me crying at 6am as I read the Al Anon brochures. He put a cup of coffee on the night stand next to me and wasn't seeming concerned. More like slightly amused and detached.

Those were the good old days, in retrospect. Little did I know how horrid he would behave towards all of us afterwards.

I was so innocent.

weezer77

I cried my eyes out! It was such a release to be in the right place and let go of all the crap I had held onto. Everyone was so wonderful to me there and very supportive. I hadn't felt that in years, so it was great. A defining point in my life I will never forget.

thotful

At my first Alanon meeting, a veteran member spoke of their childhood and I experienced something like never before in my entire life. "you have hidden something from everyone INCLUDING and MOSTLY yourself" I would compare the experience to someone sitting there and reading from my own diary - one I had buried away for decades...and forgotten. Truly liberating for it to return. Guess what's in there? ME.
I began to speak about how my father's behavior had changed dramatically when he "cut-back" on his drinking (no more scotch, just beer). To think...he only cut back...he wasn't even sober. I have never known a sober father.

Yep on the tears thing. I could barely get all my words out - lots of blubbering.

But, from then on, I just KEPT coming back. I was in the right place. Finally someone to be there to tell me "umm, you're not crazy - that stuff does hurt...I understand." What a relief...