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Every once in a while, I get an upset stomach. Sometimes the only thing that will help is if I vomit; it's as if my body has decided that whatever I ate isn't going to make it through me, and it needs to come out. It feels terrible, and throwing up is never fun, but there's almost instant relief when it's over.
Lately, I'm finding that crying is like vomiting from my soul. There's things inside me that just aren't going to make it through me, and they need to come out. So I have to set time aside each day to throw up those things, and get them out of me. If I don't, the weight of sorrow will overwhelm me.