Last time I had a proper cry was at my dad’s funeral. I hadn’t really had a proper one since his death. The wake was over and I was just looking through his photo albums. There was just one picture of him as a young man sitting in a tent, looking at the camera and grinning, and I just broke. I really needed it too. I literally soaked myself with tears. The kind of tears that literally spray out of your tear ducts. I felt so much better afterwards.

Sometimes I wish I found it easier to cry.