It was everything I thought it would be. It's weird to sit here and say I was looking forward to it. I just knew that the release would be something I needed. I don't know what happened today, I just all of the sudden felt very vulnerable and yeah. I've been wanting to burn my men's business casual wear. I kind of wanted to share the experience with someone. I've been asking around for quiet, out-of-the-way places. I think everyone thinks I want to do this alone. I don't blame them. I kind of brought it on myself. I kept to myself. I felt safer that way. I didn't always have money to hang out. I had work. I couldn't be what they wanted me to be.

I hope I can make it up to everyone now, I just don't know how.

Having a good cry can be very cathartic!

Rebuilding relationships takes time. Just be friendly, open and willing to listen if they need to be frank with you about any perceived slights.

Crying can be a very good thing.

Friendships require time and energy. It is important to be yourself when you rekindle the friendships.

Many a good insight came out from a good cry

Just ask my Teddy Bear who always told me "I tried to tell ya..."

I didn't cry for years, basically because I'd get the snot knocked out of me if I did

Then some folks would wonder why I rarely showed much emotion for anything

My only release was to belt out lyrics when I played music, but still no tears

I still felt emotions inside but the water works had been turned off

It felt amazingly good when I was able to have a good cry again

I think my sock monkey kinda likes it because he gets snuggled tightly between the girls when I'm on a good one

It's okay to cry, we all need a good release to let it all out sometimes

Hugs

Quote from: V M on April 23, 2016, 11:25:01 PM
I didn't cry for years, basically because I'd get the snot knocked out of me if I did

Then some folks would wonder why I rarely showed much emotion for anything

My only release was to belt out lyrics when I played music, but still no tears

I still felt emotions inside but the water works had been turned off

It felt amazingly good when I was able to have a good cry again

I think my sock monkey kinda likes it because he gets snuggled tightly between the girls when I'm on a good one

It's okay to cry, we all need a good release to let it all out sometimes

Hugs

Wow. It's like you wrote that about me.

I too knew when I got around to it, it would be such a release. Had a few, still have a big one stored up  in there somewhere.

I hope we all get to that point of self acceptance and vulnerability where we can move on from it.

With warmth,

Joanna

Yeah, I was trained not to cry at a fairly early age.  I don't know exactly when it started, but I cannot recall a time when my crying wasn't used as a pretext to mock, humiliate, and (victim-)blame me.  By everyone, my parents especially.  No matter how I was hurt or by whom, the message was clear: it's your own fault for being a crybaby and a weakling.  By the time I was twelve or so I had mostly learned to present an impassive front to the world not matter what happened.  (And, incidentally, to keep anything that mattered to me hidden and locked away from everyone.)  In the half-century since then, the most I have ever managed was a misting-up of the eyes or, very occasionally, a few silent tears for a few seconds.  Sadness I can do, though only internally.  Depression: there, I'm a trouper.

The last few decades, I have felt the loss.  I've tried to let myself go many times, when hurt or sad, but I can't.  People say that when you're on E, you cry a lot, but I've been on it for six months, and so far it hasn't worked.  Sometimes I think I killed off the part of me that could cry; I envision the corpse of an 11-year-old lying in the crypt of my soul.

Any suggestions on how to unlock that part of me?  (Onions, maybe? )

I found it just had to happen. I don't recommend feeling invisible and alone, but after that I fired up some Mortal Kombat and made Subzero my punching bag.

But yeah, I was feeling rather down yesterday. Thank you.

I envy those who can cry.  My last grandparent died in 2009, my mother in 2007, my dad in 1995 (none of those times I shed a tear).  Not because my family didn't get along...we did (sort of like a "Leave it to Beaver" family).  I think the last time I cried or showed emotion was in my school years (mid 1980s) when one of our dogs died.  She and I grew up together (her as a pup and I as a baby).

Enjoy the tears and while you are at, shed a few on my behalf also. 

Crying is a good way to know you are alive. After being dead for 30 years I declared myself alive after crying tears of joy to the Peanuts movie in the cinema. In the last week though I have experienced tears of sorrow and dismay but they pass leaving us more alive and stronger than ever.

It is good to be alive.