Why do many associate crying with being weak? Many people including myself, have hid their emotions from someone in fear of being taken for granted Some of us have went as far as to use things such as alcohol to cry for us. I can attest to this, and admit I have done this as well. However, I found out the alcohol was hurting me more than the problems I faced. I remember being so depressed that I dranked until I threw up. I thought the alcohol could take the pain away. In actuality, I felt worst and embarrassed when I recovered.
Looking at where my life is now, I know the tears that I have cried has made me who I am today. You should never let anyone make you feel like it is not okay to cry. I remember being in one of my supervisors office bawling my eyes out, because I simply did not want to live. Life just seemed like it was truly kicking my ass. I was working at a job I hated, involved with someone I had no business with, fighting with my family, and in school full-time. Somedays I would lay on the couch, not having the strength to process what was going on.
At the time, it felt like my life was never going to get better. I felt like I was stuck in a state of depression that I could not get out of. Was God punishing me? Did I not amount to anything? As much as those tears hurt me emotionally, they made the person that is writing this blog post.
I know that I was not the first person to go through hell nor would I be the last. If you are going through the same thing now, embrace it. Know that this is part of the journey you have to go through in order to come out greater. Pain is only temporary, and does not last forever.
Another thing that would be very useful is to find someone you can confide in. Not everyone will understand your struggle, but there is someone who does. Life is hard enough as it is, without the pain of emotions. For me, this was the start of journaling. I felt that there was no one I could be honest with except for him. You’re probably asking yourself, “Who is him”? Him is my journal, because it is a reflection of me. I called him Vante Jr.
As you’re crying, start planning. I know this sounds strange, but you are becoming medicine for someone else. Start planning on how you are going to tell your story. Your strength to recognize that tears are therapeutic is going to allow you figure out how to better your situation.
I want to let you know that you are not alone. I have been there and I know what it is like. Because I have cried so many tears of sorrow, I am able to appreciate all of the tears of joy I cry now.
There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love.