Have you ever cried where the thing that set you off isn’t actually the reason you’re bawling your eyes out?
Let me explain…
A couple of days ago, I cried when something happened.
At the time, I knew I was crying for a stupid reason.
The thing I was crying about was a misunderstanding and I had a feeling someone would help me out and they did.
But I still bawled over this stupid reason.
Myself, knowing, that it was in fact stupid.
I kept crying.
In fact I just laid in bed crying and thinking while listening to music.
Where’s the part where I make a point?
Don’t worry I’m getting there.
I realized that I wasn’t crying over what happened…
I was crying over things that accumulated in my mind that I never really cried over.
I thought about all my demons from the past few days and how they’ve been eating away at my mind.
Even things that aren’t true or have any indication of being true, because that’s what anxiety does to you.
It eats away at your brain.
And suddenly I wasn’t crying over one thing, but so many other things.
It wasn’t like a good cry… is there such a thing?
It was like a dark, “I’m gonna go crawl in my hole” kind of cries. Because I really thought I was gonna go back to that 16 year old version of me who only felt insecure and worthless. She’s made only a few appearances this year (which is an achievement). But I didn’t revert to her.
The next day, I was actually really happy. I spent a day with my friends and I was okay.
I just think I needed to cry.
I needed to let it all out.
I just needed a moment to not pretend that I was okay and that everything was good.
Because it’s okay accepting that things aren’t okay.
And it’s always okay to cry. Who said it wasn’t?
It’s good to cry, it means you’re not holding anything in.
So maybe sometimes we don’t cry because of what just happened or because of one solid reason.
Maybe we cry when our “This is enough” gauge gets full.
Maybe we cry when everything becomes too much.
Maybe we cry when we don’t know what else to do.
Maybe we cry just to cry.