I'm not leaving until you stop crying" he stated pulling me down so we were now laying on my bed facing each other

The more death, the more birth. People are entering, others are exiting. The cry of a baby, the mourning of others. When others cry, the other are laughing and making merry. The world is mingled with sadness, joy, happiness, anger, wealth, poverty, etc.

i have laughedmore than daffodilsand cried more than June.

too much happiness always overflowed into tears of sorrow.

Maybe it's better this way-that we keep our darknesses close, hidden in our minds, protected by our hearts.

Bit by bit, Dr. Driscoll helped me to peel away the layers of protection I had built up over the years. The process was not that unlike the peeling of an onion, which also makes us cry. It has been a painful journey, and I don't now when it will end, when I can say, __K, it's over._ Maybe never. Maybe sooner than I know. I recently told Dr. Driscoll that I feel the beginnings of feeling OK, that this is the right path.