When I was a teenager I would just sob inconsolably. To be fair, my life was pretty sob-worthy but it would go on for a really long time and I would just steep myself in misery. I think the most Iāve ever cried was as an adult, grieving the losses of two of my beloved cats to terminal illness; I would cry for hours with only a brief reprieve from the tears because I just felt gutted. At times in my life Iāve also completely repressed the tears altogether and I could feel the physical effects of holding them back, and that also made me miserable. Anyway itās funny you asked this because I just cried in my first session with my new therapist which really took me by surprise!! If Iām in a therapy session or something comes up during yoga, I kind of just let it pass and move through me until itās over, but thatās something I try to do outside of those settings as well. I think itās important to find a middle ground in most cases of allowing yourself to cry without spiraling and wallowing in it.
@SWEETNESS you are welcome!! Itās a great way of viewing emotions and thoughts in general. Tara Brach talks a lot in her meditations and talks about allowing them to pass like clouds in the sky or water and let yourself feel them in that moment in your body, rather than trying to ignore them or holding on to them too tightly
Honestly, because of therapy and the work I am putting into myself I am allowing vulnerability to come in more. Lately Iāve been crying with friends and just letting myself feel my feels and itās so cathartic.
I generally donāt cry often, so my tears somehow feel like a precious resource. A resource I like to spend on beautiful words, or hard thoughts, or collections of music and images that make me feel something. I cried at the end of a really good book last night. It felt like paying homage to the author, to the story of suffering that had been told. An acknowledgement of the hardship and triumph told over just a few hundred pages. Or the other week, I cried because I realised how hard it is for me to ask for help, and I allowed myself to mourn that loss - the opportunities for connection, for honesty, that I donāt even allow people that are close to me to make. I wrote about three pages in my journal about those years, because I know I want to change that about myself. I can be sad about it, but I still want to move on. The point is, I hope you let yourself cry sometimes, because I think there is something in everyoneās life that deserves a few tears every now and then.
Cry hard, cry loud, cry in private, in public, cry when you need to cry. I spent decades of my life suppressing all my emotions and pretending to not have feelings at all! Unless something life altering and catastrophic happened, like a death, major fight/breakup, or nightmare panic attack, I just shut down. But in my late twenties and now early thirties Iāve opened up the floodgates and cry cathartically multiple times a week. Typing this out does sound like Iām unstable, and maybe I am, but crying is proven to help you self-soothe, recover from grief, detoxify, dull pain, and improve mood by releasing stress hormones. Crying and laughing and laughing until you cry and crying until you laugh. So if you feel a cry coming, donāt suppress it!!!
My dad teases me about how when I was a little kid, my favorite thing to do when I was on the landline phone with somebodyābe it a relative or one of my best friendsāwas to breathlessly describe the things that were in my bedroom so that they could have a mental picture of everything I loved and chose to surround myself with, and where I sat at that moment in time. Perfectly Imperfect reminds me of that so thanks for always listening and for sharing with me too š