I’m a crier. It happens all the time. When I’m frustrated. Overwhelmed. Tired. Exhausted. Sad. Mad. Happy. Seriously all the time. I guess it’s just my way of expressing my emotions. I’m okay with it, but sometimes it can be really embarrassing.
There really is nothing wrong with being a crier or crying. It’s a natural, healthy emotion to have. But what happens when it tends to get in the way? For me, it becomes an embarrassing moment I wish I could delete from my life. Sometimes though, life happens so fast and we can’t stop it. Before we know it we are crying at work, in the car, on the couch, in the shower. Here’s a few times it’s happened to me.
The happy tears. I love getting hand made gifts from my kids. It’s my favorite thing. Over the years I’ve been gifted many, many different things. Sometimes those little hand written letters, notes, or poems go right to my heart. One year for Mother’s Day my daughter gave me this picture. It had her photo and a poem. It was made by her kindergarten teacher and given to me 2 years later. I bawled like a baby and my daughter thought I was upset. They were happy tears, so many happy tears. It was such a heartwarming gift.
The sad tears. There has been so many sad tears over the years. Tears from losing someone close to me. Being given bad news. Tragedies around the world. My kids hearts being broken. The list goes on and on. More recently the tears flowed for a friend that is going through something unimaginable and it’s so unfair. Life is like that sometimes. It deals you a hand and you do with it what you can the best you can.
The overwhelming tears. These are the ones that come up at the most random times. Usually from multiple things happening in life that I try to suppress and not let bother me. Then they all come up at once and the tears start flowing. It becomes an overwhelming release I have to let happen to feel better. It lifts a weight off my shoulders and I go about my day.
The mad tears. These ones are sometimes the worst. They are the tears from being overfilled with rage for whatever reason. Something with my kids. Something with myself. Something at work. Something in life. It really could be so many different things. Instead of just getting mad and yelling, I cry. Sometimes that can be even more terrifying, sometimes it just looks pathetic to me. Like why am I crying right now?
Whatever the reason for the tears, I’m a crier. I’ve always hated it, but thats just the way I process my emotions. The worst is when it pops up at bad times, like work. It has a time or two. There is a release after crying. A weight lifted off your shoulders. You feel better. Never feel bad for crying. It is a perfectly normal emotion.