As someone who wears their emotions on their sleeves, I have shed a LOT of tears in my life. Crying a couple times a week is NOT unusual for me, but it doesn’t mean that I’m a melancholy, depressed individual. I just feel REALLY BIG. I operate more from an emotive stance. I’ve been that way as long as I can remember. Yet, between childhood and adulthood, my perception became, “you will be seen and loved based off of what you accomplish, not by how much you care.” Not so much seen, because trust me, people see you when you are crying and deep in your emotions, but I wanted to be affirmed.
To be quite honest, in my personal experience, I wasn’t often embraced in that place. It often scared others away, or at least that was my perception. On several occasions, I was told by family members, friends, leaders and/or by significant others, that I was emotionally weak. And I hated that about myself.
I hated that I would cry in movies as if their pain was my pain.
I hated that I would suppress my thoughts and feelings, in order to appease others, to the point that my emotions erupted.
I hated crying while listening to others’ stories, because I was moved by the trials they had overcome.
I hated crying over past pains that I thought I had “gotten over” or “dealt with”
I truly believed that others would always excel and I would always fall short, because they were strong and I had too many feelings.
“Pull yourself together”
“You’re stronger than this”
“Get ahold of your tears”
“Tears = weakness”
These became the thoughts I would often repeat to myself.
Honestly, I just wanted a hug and safe place to verbally process my feelings. It didn’t always mean something was wrong, I just primarily processed it through emotions/feeling and wanted someone to let me know it would be okay and just give me a hug! Seriously. Let me get it out.
What I often experienced was others resistant or scared by it – often feeling they couldn’t help me or were at fault for something, which wasn’t even the case. I didn’t need a Mr. or Mrs. Fix-it. I just wanted a safe place to process… a listening ear. I see now that those not wired in the same way, mean well and WANT to help, they just didn’t know how to meet that need. I do believe that ultimately people DO have the best intentions at heart and do the best they can. Just like my methods to meet a need may not match what another individual ACTUALLY needs.