Hey, everyone.

So let’s talk about something that caught me off guard today —crying in the shower!

Strange, right? For someone who’s never quite been able to embrace the language of tears well, this was an unexpected emotional detour. Expressing feelings, especially through tears, feels like navigating uncharted territory now. It had been so long since I last saw my tears that the feeing felt newborn. Join me as I try to unravel the layers of emotional disconnect and the struggle to acknowledge our own battles.

The Uncharted Emotional Landscape :

I’ve always found it challenging to articulate my struggles, let alone my emotions. Crying, for me, seems like a once in a blue moon concept. But today, feeling the tears sent a chill down my spine. Standing beneath the showerhead, as the tears blended with water, I realized how unfamiliar this emotional terrain is. Many might relate to the struggle of even expressing a “struggle”, being able to empathize with others’ emotional hardships yet brushing off our own. It makes you feel heavy and surrounded by walls.

The Weight on the Chest :

Have you ever felt like there’s an immense weight on your chest? And when you cry, each sob breaks off a small piece of it making you feel just a little light? It’s a surreal experience, a release that we often overlook. Strangely, our society tends to criminalize crying, especially for men, while turning a blind eye to toxic erratic behaviors. It’s time to challenge this narrative.

Sensitivity to Self :

Some might dismiss this as sensitivity overload, but it’s crucial to question: Who teaches people to be sensitive to themselves? Why do we feel guilty spending on our own happiness? Why does shedding tears come with a sense of shame? It’s the need of the hour to redefine our perceptions and encourage self-compassion.

A Hope for Tomorrow :

In a world that often overlooks self-care, my hope is to witness a day where people comfortably invest in their well-being. A day when asking for help isn’t a struggle but a strength. I yearn for an environment in the future, where our kids can grow, unburdened by societal expectations, free to express, and unafraid to shed a tear.

So, here’s to the unexpected shower of tears and the journey it took me to. It’s a reminder that vulnerability is not weakness but a profound strength. Let’s collectively challenge the stigma around expressing our struggles, allowing ourselves and others the grace to be human. May we all live to see a day where emotional openness is celebrated. Until then, embrace the tears, cherish the release, and be kind to yourself.

Chalo bye….