Tears. That warm salty liquid that runs out of your eyes when you’re both at your happiest and your most melancholic.
Most people try to avoid them at all costs, especially those arising from emotional trauma. But I want to tell you something: Let them out!
A good cry is so necessary sometimes. There are days when I am collapsed on my bed, overcome with the decisions that must be made, the drama around me, the unfairness of life (though usually, in retrospect, my problems are not that bad in the grand scheme of things). And I become overwhelmed. Tears come to my eyes, and while at first I try to hold them in, invariably they end up streaming down my face. After a couple minutes (or – let’s face it – many minutes) of crying, I always feel better, relieved, liberated, calmed. Every single time.
These past few days have been rough for me. I’ve been holding in my tears because, let’s face, it, who wants to be seen crying? It shows weakness, vulnerability, and just really isn’t that attractive. I mean, your face contorts into strange shapes that you didn’t even think were possible, and then suddenly it’s wet! And for me, it’s streaked black! (All mascara-wearing ladies, if you don’t want the black-lines-down-your-face look, try my personal favorite: Maybelline waterproof mascara. It never runs for me. Except in this picture, when I was wearing my new organic Physician’s Formula mascara. Someone let me know when they make organic waterproof makeup please! Anyway, where was I? Oh yes! The unattractiveness of crying…) When you cry, other people look at you with pity, wanting to comfort but not wanting to intrude. You feel awful both inside and out. For me, right now, I feel like I couldn’t handle that… I’ve been trying to make important decisions in my life, so surely tears would affect my mental state. But, alas, it is not so! Continue reading