I am frustrated by my own tears. I am not sure I own a movie that doesn't make me cry, right down to pure comedy. If I can see myself in a situation I wish I could be in I cry. If it is sad I cry. If it makes me think of something sad I cry. It's really amazing what makes me cry right now. I know why. I understand. I'm just tired of it.
And then today I realized that I spent my career helping people with situational depression. I knew how to counsel through it and how to identify someone in trouble. I did not learn to talk myself through it. Dr.Mind asks me sometimes what I'd tell my patient. This would be why. Managing situational depression became second nature because recovery from injury or illness is rough. I knew how to help. I knew how to judge when I could help in one session or when things were significant and a doctor needed to know. I knew how to handle this right up to suicidal patients. I never thought about this much because it was so common.
But now that it is me I am clueless.