I sit here in nothing but a white t-shirt, bleeding out all my emotions in a wall of color dissected by 
Joy (Green)
Blue (Sadness)
Red: Anger
Teal (Rainbow/Nature)
In the middle of it all Is a Tear-Gina that represents her beautiful weeping ability that reminds how special it is to feel so deeply and to connect with others (swipe right for full Wall)

When did our sacred time of menstruation lose its divinity? When did we start shunning even a word about our time to thou neighbor?

When did the menstruating empaths who subconsciously absorb the pain around them, become gas-lighted, and guilty by the extreme power flowing from their loins?

This is for you.

I wanted to remind you of the simplicity of how these things work.

If you are powerful enough to absorb and lift up the pain of others by literally being a ball of light, and all that you carry is heightened by a natural monthly phenomenon, what do you expect you'd feel like?

If you are drained to a pulp, without a chance to recharge and purge the negativity from those around you including your own shit, how do you expect your body to react?

When I am so angry at the audacity of some people, I cry.
When I am so happy with joy, laughing hysterically, I cry
When my fibromyalgia is too much and I have no physical energy left, I cry
When I am so scared of how I'm going to pay for things when the jobs stop I cry
When I am so sexually repressed, and I feel like I am going to explode and I feel helpless and like a volcano that's spout is plugged up- I cry
When I am just so heartbroken from parts of life, I cry

I cry to release. I can only carry so much. My body is not a machine, I need to cry so I can have room. I need to scream to release the lady's sadness on the bus I absorbed. I need to yell so I can think.