Shed Me Some Tears

Sounds not encouraging? Well, it depends. Especially, when that nagging feeling inside you is ready to burst into flames. And instead of raging into an unstoppable battle of words toward somebody, crying might ease a little bit or even more.

If you shed one tear, another salty droplet of moisture will appear again and again. Again and again. Until those tears will escape from the pain and from the hurt. It may hard to admit, we are not made strong all the time. We may not cry for a little butterfly that fall from the flower and die or cry when nobody remembers our special day. But there are episodes in our life that we need to wash our eyes with tears in order to see clearly. Our emotion needs to be wipe out by such moisture to see the view and bring that jolly and joyful  attitude  again. Health wise, crying helps release stress. It can help to wash chemicals linked to stress and  help release tension as well as expressing emotions.

For crying out sake, cry if you must. It doesn’t make you less like a woman or less like a man. Jesus Christ cried, wept even. How much more us?

So what’s all this fuzz about convincing you to cry? Maybe because I hardly cry myself and just few moments back—pressures in life just hit my “tear reservoir”. Okay, drama? Yeah, you can call it like that. Even a happy go lucky and don’t care too much about what people say do have tears. When was the last time I cried? I can’t even remember. It was as if the world turn into an ocean. I couldn’t stop myself from crying or weeping. How did it happen? I didn’t know. It just did. I was glad I did. It was like a prayer saying, “God..where are you?”.  One teardrop. Then, more. Until I couldn’t stop.

Growing up, I always thought that crying makes me weak. So before one teardrop swelled in my eyes, I had to bite my lips and held back the tears. I did it for so many times until I was good at it. How come just a while ago, I flooded the room with tears and white napkins? Call it I don’t know. Or maybe hurt? So there’s more to hurt than shed-me-some tears? Perhaps? Maybe because, the friends and family that I thought who would stick to me and I back-me-up with what makes me happy has the power to hurt me.

So what do you do? Cry. Yes, cry. At least, it helps. And, when you’re ready to face your friends and family again–telling the truth is one step closer to feel better and alive again.

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