Thank-you, Teak.  Had to wait for my crying fit to pass before I could reply to your post.

I can truthfully say one thing at least: I’ve probably cried more since December than in all the years that came before… and this place is one of the triggers for it.  I have no earthly idea *what* is is I’m crying over.  Feels like something just “broke,” and now just about everything leaves me in tears… the difference is, now it feels like it’s okay to cry, to feel, even if I’m not sure exactly what it is I’m feeling.  The urge to stuff it down and get on with things doesn’t seem to be around anymore.

Of all things, reading various self-help books sets it off; if anything even comes “close” to resonating, I’m gone again.

Music is an enormous trigger, too… David Gilmour’s second solo in the live concert version of “Comfortably Numb” (ironic, no?) is guaranteed to get me going, as is a small section of a song that a sixteen-year-old girl is playing on YouTube – her version of “Since I’ve Been Loving You” by Led Zeppelin (not sure if they’re the original writer); it’s on YouTube, look her up, she’s absolutely amazing: Ayla Tesler-Mabe.  The portion from about 54 seconds to 1:12, and especially the end of that segment.  Tears just streaming, no idea why.  I don’t do lyrics, as I have what has been called “auditory processing issues”… complicated, ears hear but brain has issues with processing what the ears are sending it – practical result is I can’t pick speech out of the background “noise” of any kind, instrumental music being just another kind of noise, so I listen mostly to instrumental music.  One notable exception being “Separate Ways” by Journey – – there are several lines in it that echo my last email to her, and sum up how I’m feeling.  Had to look up the lyrics, though.

Pandora’s box comes to mind.hanks for the suggestion; I’m due to see him again in a week.

Anyway… thank you for that suggestion; I’ll bring it up and see what he thinks, and especially if he has any suggestions as to how to go about it.  Very much still in the dark with all this – like stumbling my way through a darkened room full of obstacles, looking for the exit.