Yesterday was hard. Really hard. The kind of day that just knocks the wind out of you. I am genuinely grateful that today is Friday because I needed the break in energy.

I cry so much these days that I’m thinking I need one of those “It’s been __ days since our last accident” signs. Except mine would say, “It’s been 0 days since Marna last cried,” and honestly, I don’t know if it’ll ever get past zero.

But here’s the part I’m starting to understand: a month or two ago, my friend Allison told me that crying and tears are nature’s morphine. I didn’t really get it then — I just kind of nodded and thought, “Okay, sure.”

After yesterday? I get it.

I cried on and off all day, and then I really lost it during The Wizard of Oz. And when the crying finally stopped, I felt completely drained — like the tank was empty.

I told Manny, “I need to try to sleep. If it doesn’t work, I’ll end up back in the recliner, but I have to at least try.” And somehow, I actually drifted off. No nonsense, no mental chaos, no wrestling match with my brain. I just… slept.

I only got up twice to pee — which feels like a personal record — and then I slept all the way until noon. It was one of the best sleeps I’ve had in ages.

Now I just need to figure out how to get that kind of sleep without crying my way into it like a tired toddler.

If that ever becomes a skill, I’m putting it on my résumé.