For me, personally, it is a result of how I was raised. Strong emotions of any kind were not welcome in my home. I am going to be forty next month, and I am just now learning how to accept emotions and let them be what they will be inside me.
I feel strong emotions often, but was trained when I was younger to avoid showing them. I think partly because my family was uncomfortable with strong emotions, and partly because I'm a woman and my mom didn't want me to be taken less seriously for being "frivolous" in a workplace if I cried when I got frustrated (like I did when I was young). It's taken some serious re-training with a professional to not only be able to feel the strong emotions properly, but to express them as well. I love that you're not afraid to.
Tears hit me unexpectedly at different times. I felt guilty when my dad died because I had no tears left, and yet months later I lost it in the grocery store over a six pack of Budweiser on sale. I am touched all the times by unexpected things, a mom walking a toddler, an elderly man smiling at his wife, a construction worker's laugh - and although tears don't come - my heart wrenches for the absolute painful beauty of that moment and its mortality.
About 20% of the population are empaths, so prone to being more deeply touched emotionally. Although, some of us who are empaths but were raised in environments that didn't support our emotions, can hide them well. My sense, and my work experience, tells me that as the global heart awakens more, more people will feel emotions at an unexpected depth and that creative expression will be a likely outcome. 💗
I wish crying were as welcome a thing as laughing. I guess I could do with people figuring out what to do with their anger because so often anger can be associated with bullying and it truly does put others around anger in such a flight or fight position. But crying...I actually think it is a tragedy that we, as those who don't cry, can't welcome it easily as just part of a heart-felt story; and that we, as those who cry, can't just cry whenever we want to cry.
My friends and family often tell me (lovingly!) that my emotions are too big for my little self (5’2”). I am a crier. Raised to be NOT a crier. Nature vs nurture? I’m not sure. It was definitely against the grain growing up in the household I did. Not because we we were told not to, but it was an abusive situation where it was almost a dare how much we could take until we cried. So I just wouldn’t out of stubborn pride. Or something? Either way, that got deeper than I meant it too. My point was - I’ve either always been a crier who had to hold it in...OR I’m crying it all out now...OR, as I suspect - I seek and search for all the beautiful things in the world and when I find them, and I always can find something, I cry. Sometimes a little tearing up, sometimes a full out “losing my salt” *which may be my favorite analogy ever. I’m keeping it!* Bittersweet is my daily view of the world. And I love that I can see it all for what it is, and love it still.
I’m a crier! I cry tears of sadness, sorrow, missing someone, joy, laughter, even angry tears. I cry when others cry, feeling their emotions so deeply. I used to hate but I learned to love myself and my ability to read people and empathize with them.
My professional life usually requires I bet compassionate and empathetic while keeping my own feelings in check. Therefore, I find as the years advance I cry more easily over things such as TV because.....I allowed to feel the feelings when I sit cuddled on my couch in the den...
This is exactly me. I will weep watching a commercial, but not when a human dies. Theres a lockbox on these tears. Not because of some terrible past, but because of I need strength for the present. That being said, if ever the tears manage to spring out unrestrained, all those who love me give 100% of who they are to help build me back up. That’s about, twice a year. (Or in the bathtub when I think no one can hear)
For me, personally, it is a result of how I was raised. Strong emotions of any kind were not welcome in my home. I am going to be forty next month, and I am just now learning how to accept emotions and let them be what they will be inside me.
I feel strong emotions often, but was trained when I was younger to avoid showing them. I think partly because my family was uncomfortable with strong emotions, and partly because I'm a woman and my mom didn't want me to be taken less seriously for being "frivolous" in a workplace if I cried when I got frustrated (like I did when I was young). It's taken some serious re-training with a professional to not only be able to feel the strong emotions properly, but to express them as well. I love that you're not afraid to.
I’m just like you. I’m very sentimental and I’m an empath, so I feel everything deeply. So many different types of things can stir emotion in me.
Tears hit me unexpectedly at different times. I felt guilty when my dad died because I had no tears left, and yet months later I lost it in the grocery store over a six pack of Budweiser on sale. I am touched all the times by unexpected things, a mom walking a toddler, an elderly man smiling at his wife, a construction worker's laugh - and although tears don't come - my heart wrenches for the absolute painful beauty of that moment and its mortality.
About 20% of the population are empaths, so prone to being more deeply touched emotionally. Although, some of us who are empaths but were raised in environments that didn't support our emotions, can hide them well. My sense, and my work experience, tells me that as the global heart awakens more, more people will feel emotions at an unexpected depth and that creative expression will be a likely outcome. 💗
I wish crying were as welcome a thing as laughing. I guess I could do with people figuring out what to do with their anger because so often anger can be associated with bullying and it truly does put others around anger in such a flight or fight position. But crying...I actually think it is a tragedy that we, as those who don't cry, can't welcome it easily as just part of a heart-felt story; and that we, as those who cry, can't just cry whenever we want to cry.
My friends and family often tell me (lovingly!) that my emotions are too big for my little self (5’2”). I am a crier. Raised to be NOT a crier. Nature vs nurture? I’m not sure. It was definitely against the grain growing up in the household I did. Not because we we were told not to, but it was an abusive situation where it was almost a dare how much we could take until we cried. So I just wouldn’t out of stubborn pride. Or something? Either way, that got deeper than I meant it too. My point was - I’ve either always been a crier who had to hold it in...OR I’m crying it all out now...OR, as I suspect - I seek and search for all the beautiful things in the world and when I find them, and I always can find something, I cry. Sometimes a little tearing up, sometimes a full out “losing my salt” *which may be my favorite analogy ever. I’m keeping it!* Bittersweet is my daily view of the world. And I love that I can see it all for what it is, and love it still.
The water’s been evaporated
All that’s left is grit
Some see salt in shallow tides,
At still depths, senses lie
Taste and know, the truth in it
Sugar’s all that’s left to get
I’m a crier! I cry tears of sadness, sorrow, missing someone, joy, laughter, even angry tears. I cry when others cry, feeling their emotions so deeply. I used to hate but I learned to love myself and my ability to read people and empathize with them.
My professional life usually requires I bet compassionate and empathetic while keeping my own feelings in check. Therefore, I find as the years advance I cry more easily over things such as TV because.....I allowed to feel the feelings when I sit cuddled on my couch in the den...
This is exactly me. I will weep watching a commercial, but not when a human dies. Theres a lockbox on these tears. Not because of some terrible past, but because of I need strength for the present. That being said, if ever the tears manage to spring out unrestrained, all those who love me give 100% of who they are to help build me back up. That’s about, twice a year. (Or in the bathtub when I think no one can hear)