I have been going through a lot of emo­tions lately, like my mind has a new per­son liv­ing in there. With all the changes in life, look­ing for­ward into the unknown, some times it’s all a lit­tle much.

When we think that we are alone, it’s hard to reach out. Push­ing for­ward today, I was out– reach­ing out with some friends and I came across this book, Yes­ter­day I Cried. It seemed so fit­ting for me this day. I picked it up, brought it home, perched myself in the warm after­noon sun and started to read it. It started with a poem; I felt it so fit­ting for many of us that I wanted to share it, so here it is (below).

Hugs all around. Sheri

Yes­ter­day I Cried by Iyanla Vanzant

I came home, went straight to my room,
sat on the edge of my bed,
kicked off my shoes,
unhooked my bra,
and I had myself a good cry.

I’m telling you,
I cried until my nose was run­ning all over
the silk blouse I got on sale.
I cried until my ears were hot.
I cried until my head was hurt­ing so bad
that I could hardly see the pile of
soiled tis­sues lying on the floor at my feet.

I want you to under­stand,
I had myself a really good cry yesterday.

Yes­ter­day, I cried,
for all the days that I was too busy,
or too tired,
or too mad to cry.

I cried for all the days, and all the ways,
and all the times I had dis­hon­ored,
dis­re­spected, and
dis­con­nected my Self from myself,
only to have it reflected back to me
in the ways oth­ers did to me
the same things I had already done to myself.

I cried for all the things I had given,
only to have them stolen;
for all the things I had asked for that
had yet to show up;
for all the things I had accom­plished,
only to give them away,
to peo­ple in cir­cum­stances,
which left me feel­ing empty,
and bat­tered and plain old used.

I cried because there really does
come a time when the only thing left
for you to do is cry. Yes­ter­day, I cried.
I cried because lit­tle boys get
left by their dad­dies;
and lit­tle girls get for­got­ten by their mom­mies;
and dad­dies don’t know what to do, so they leave;
and mom­mies get left, so they get mad.

Yes­ter­day, I cried.
I cried because I hurt.
I cried because I was hurt.
I cried because hurt has no place to go
except deeper into the pain that
caused it in the first place,
and when it gets there,
the hurt wakes you up.

I cried because it was too late.
I cried because it was time.

I cried because my soul knew that I didn’t know
that my soul knew every­thing I needed to know.

I cried a soul­ful cry yes­ter­day,
and it felt so good.

It felt so very, very bad.

In the midst of my cry­ing,
I felt my free­dom com­ing,
Because Yes­ter­day,
I cried with an agenda

[Editor’s note: Sheri’s writ­ings are spread out over time so they’re not strictly a follow-on from the pre­vi­ous writ­ing. I’m sure you will find them most inter­est­ing and, hope­fully, find her expe­ri­ences and pos­i­tive mes­sages help­ful. Below are links to Sheri’s per­sonal jour­ney expe­ri­ence writ­ings and thoughts. You can also access these links from the side menu, or the “About Me” menu on the top-right of the page. ]

• About Me — My “Pull Through” Jour­ney — Introductions
• Con­trol­ling Crohn’s Dis­ease? Anorexia worked! Until it didn’t.
• Accept­ing the Hos­pi­tal ~ No other choice left.
• Trans­fer­ring Closer to Home
• [Cur­rent Page] Yes­ter­day I Cried ~ With an agenda.
• It’s OK to Cry
• My Pre­scrip­tion Drug Addic­tion — Good or Bad?
• Leav­ing the Poor Me Stage
• My Jour­ney of Pulling Through — Final Thoughts