I love to cry.

Before the pandemic, I didn’t allow the tears to flow because I had enough distractions to keep me occupied. Baby now? I am a mess but I love it. I love being in my thoughts, getting emotional, crying and being inside of me! What I oddly don’t like is truly seeing the truth behind those tears. Where did it start? How did, if at all, my childhood trauma play it’s role in this situation? Can I get past it? Will I ever heal from it?

Not knowing/ figuring out the answers to these questions keeps me comfortable and stuck in some aspects.  Quarantine life has forced me to go back to these questions and get to an understanding. It’s okay not to know the answers but when it has a hinderance on your life is when something has to shake. Be okay with not being okay. Be okay with being uncomfortable, scared, nervous. Life is going to happen no matter who you are. Cry your tears of healing. Let it out and release the tension in your jaw and shoulders. Take long, deep breaths. Cry some more lol.

Cry til you can’t cry no more

Love,

JaLia S.