plates

I wanted to share a conversation I had with my SIL(the one that lost
her dh(my brother)). It was more of a meltdown since I found out that
I had had a false positive hpt. Well anyways, I was doing good, hadn't
cried much at all....I drove over to her work to pick something up
from her....She got in the truck and we chatted for a bit in the
parking lot(she works at a high security place, if you don't work
there you can't get in).....She has a way of knowing when there's a
problem and I had already told her not to look me in the eyes or I
would definitely start crying. It didn't matter, I couldn't contain
the overwhelming amount of tears that poured out of my eyes. I lost
it. I told her what had happened and she lost it too, then I cried
even more, cause she is the only IRL friend that will sincerely talk
to me about all of this IF. After we had a good cry, she told me about
her cousin who had lost a baby who was 6 months old. She didn't go
into too much detail about what had happened....What she did tell me
about was the form of "therapy" her cousin used. Everytime she went to
a garage sale she would buy some plates. Not anything special, just an
odd plate here and there. When she got home she would add to her
collection in the basement. Whenever she was having a bad day/meltdown
and couldn't bear it anymore she would go into the basement and start
breaking the plates. As many or as few as she needed to throw against
the wall til she found some relief from the anger and bitterness
within herself. My SIL said she(the cousin) would leave the pile of
shattered plates until she was in a better mood to clean them up.
Sometimes a few days.....sometimes a couple of months would go by
before she could pick up the pieces and start over with a new pile of
broken plates.

I so wish I had a basement right now. I could most definitely use some
"plate therapy" today.