It takes courage to cry.

It's easier to lose yourself in catchy music, in dancing, in bright lights.

It's easier to drown yourself in the voices of others to drown out the ones in your head. It's easier to fake hollow laughter and pretend you're having the time of your life.

It's easier to let busyness overtake you, easy to feel important, significant, when a million and one things demand your attention.

But letting the tears fall,

that's for lonely, quiet nights nobody knows about, for wee hours of the morning spent with an empty, aching heart, sitting with it, getting acquainted with it, not running away from it.

That takes courage.