The day I remembered to cry!

For many years I considered crying a gesture of weakness. It is the culture I was raised in teaching me so. I tried to be taught in impossible life moments and I made it. But somewhere inside of me, that grief and sadness found their ways to a shelter. I kept them trapped and hidden behind my smile for some time. But I hated those emotions. And as much as I wanted them to disappear, they kept hitting me harder and harder.

I though had my moments of tearing at positive events: weddings, love stories, good news, social cases of hunger, sickness, animal or environmental abuse or bullying, taught lives. I never knew why I cried in those situations, nor how to stop the tears. One day, I realized that it is my way of crying out the grief and the sadness I kept and carried with me for so many years. With every injustice and betrayal I witnessed in someone else’s story I cried out not only their stories, but as well my own injustices I wasn’t brave enough to express. With every abandonment or rejection I saw, I uncovered my own deep buried wounds alike; this opportunity made me to acknowledge and accept my own truth, to live my own grief and sadness and to move on lighter than ever before.

I remembered to cry!

The first day I gave myself permission, I cried for hours, being happy that I can cry. Heavy weights got out of my chest, salty sighs talked to my soul teaching me how to let go, healing sobs washed my pain away allowing an inner jewel uncover and be seen.

Since then, I cry sometimes because those salty tears wash out the shades covering my eyes and intensify their yellowish color; some other times I cry to take out remaining grief smoldering deep in the heart, or to help myself overcome difficult situations. Crying is my embedded mechanism to cope with life challenges.

The day when I remembered to cry was one of the most healing days of my life! For me, it is my resource day!

When I don’t know what to do, I remember I can cry. When I am carrying too much pain, I remember to cry. When I live tooo much happiness, I cry also. It is my own mechanism to moderate my emotions and their impact on the physical and emotional body. And for me, is perfectly safe.

I invite you to explore what is for you the relationship with crying… What beliefs you hold on to, about letting tears roll on your face?

Stay safe.

P. S. This article, as well as all materials on tis blog, describe solely my personal development experience. It should not be taken as medical advice. In case you have any affection that can be influenced by vivid emotions, please talk to your doctor or psychologist about it.

Photo credit: Shahin khalaji on Unsplash

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