“Bart stood quietly by me, letting me spill my senseless tears with the patience of a saint. I don't know how he managed to tolerate me so well. I didn't even tolerate myself that much.” LoveTearsGayPatienceToleranceCryingBisexualBipolar DisorderHistoric Fiction Book:From Out of Feldspar Source: From Out of Feldspar
“Bart stood quietly by me, letting me spill my senseless tears. I don't know how he managed to tolerate me so well. I didn't even tolerate myself that much.” LoveTearsGayPatienceToleranceCryingBisexualBipolar DisorderHistoric Fiction Book:From Out of Feldspar Source: From Out of Feldspar
“I froze at his words. He cried those tears that I was afraid of spilling myself. My numbness burned me; I let those tears fly now to think of him like that. We were both tormented by the trials of this life; trials which had to be endured if we were to continue living.” TearsDepressionTrialsCryingHeart BreakNumbnessBipolar Disorder Book:From Out of Feldspar Source: From Out of Feldspar
“Robert would allow me to cry as I desperately needed to. At least he'd understand that this need to keep up a perfect appearance had been slowly killing me. Though I hated to admit it; in some ways, Robert had been right all along. You couldn't live without feeling. Denying yourself was a terrible destructive thing that wore on you.” PainPressureCryingPerfectionismExpressing EmotionsMen Crying Book:From Out of Feldspar Source: From Out of Feldspar