The Girl who Cries

 As my first post, I would like to introduce myself to the world first and the reason why I am starting with blogging again after years of it. I am 35, and I am still crying over little things. I am 35, and I am still having nervous breakdowns. I am 35, and I am still too emotional to experiencing big changes in life without crying. I am 35, and I am still having trust issues with people. I am 35, and I am still trying to find inner peace.  A lot of my issues comes down to my relationship with my mother who would translate disagreement or having a different opinion to disloyalty. There was never a right way to do things; there was only her way. She tends to overthink any situation and does not see the good sides in anything. I always thought of her as perfectionist as she often tells me that what she wants is the best for me. She filters out my friends for me, she filters out my boyfriends for me, she filters out my career choices for me. Even when I left home at 28, I felt I ...