I hate to cry about myself. I cry all the time at books, songs, films, poems - sometimes even adverts! But if I'm upset I'll hold in tears as long as I can - like being sick.
I cried at work when I was going throught the whole HM/ moving out thing. I was so ashamed. But the great thing about working with artists is no-one except me was embarrassed - they were all of the "let it all out!" school. Nice - but not me.
The other thing I do is use endearments to get myself moving.
Come on sweetheart, time to get up.
That's it beauty, keep going.
Never mind babba, you'll get there in the end.
I am a one-woman support network
Actually I think that comes from talking to my cats too much!