Vulnerability

I was working out in the gym tonight and looking in the mirror as I lifted weights, and realized my eyes looked a little pink and wet. Then I was showering and was singing in the shower and realized I was having a little trouble belting out the notes because there was a lump in my throat. And then I started crying.

It was one of those weird things where the crying starts first and the realization that you're depressed comes afterward. I decided that when I walked home I would call home and talk to my parents, and get comfort from them (and I did, both).

Anyway, it just made me think about how brittle you can get when you're given a constantly large amount of responsibility. It sort of shuts you off from your emotions. But that is to medicine's detriment, because you can't give comfort if you don't know how to take comfort from others. Asking for and accepting kindness from others is a humanizing act just as much as being kind is. So I feel a little more normal now.