I’ve become a cryer. A sniveling, sentimental, cryer. As ridiculous as that sounds I’m owning up to it.
In my past, in relationships, friendships, nothing could make me cry. But as I delve into older adulthood, comfortably in my late twenties, things that wouldn’t have made a difference to me in the past, losing people, some tense situations, make me cry. At first I wondered if this emotionalism was a sign of weakness. At first I wondered if I lost my muscle, if I’d changed. But then I realized crying is just as human as laughing, as yelling, as moaning. It’s the physical embodiment of how you’re feeling and although every situation doesn’t call for it – don’t let anyone denigrate you, or make you feel bad for expressing yourself through tears. It’s a language God understands. It means your HUMAN. Who wants to be a robot, or be with a robot?
Don’t panic if you cry. Don’t panic if you feel overwhelmed with the business of living. CRY. Let that shit out. Then get over it, for good. For me, crying is a release, a catharsis. Once I’ve had that one GOOD BIG cry, it’s like the emotions of the situation have poured out, and I’m whole again.
I share this personal bit of me with you because I’ve come to understand that even though I can be a secretive, very introverted person, sharing my experience is what makes me relatable. It’s what gives me the ability to reach you. I hope to update TheAngelEra.com WAY more in 2015. It’s my baby.
In the mean time, tell me what makes you cry?
Honestly, the thought of losing my loved ones would make me cry….
Love your work by the way, eager to see the doc when it’s complete
Im just happy your BACK.