Falling Apart. Is It Good To Cry, or Is It Weak?
Sometimes you know you married the right guy.
I was in the middle of infertility treatment. It wasn’t going well, and another IUI had resulted in making appointments for the next one. The battle with my reluctant body continued.
We were living in Dallas. Our home had a long hall from the living room to the back den, with bedrooms off to the side. So almost from the time you entered the house, you could see clear through — front to back.
I was sitting in that den, emotionally exhausted and hormonally a mess. To soothe my aching heart, I had purchased a humongous bag of Ruffles. My hands were covered in grease and salt as I plunged them into the bag, over and over. By the time my husband was coming home and down said hall, I was holding it upside down, shaking it, while not-so-carefully trying to guide the last little shards of chip into my open mouth.
It wasn’t a pretty site.
He stopped at the door frame. Looked at the now empty bag, then at me. Back at the bag, and then at me.
He said the perfect thing.
“Do you want another one?”
I, of course, burst into tears. Not only did his kind acceptance of where I was mean the world to me, but there was no shaming of my behavior. No, “When the going gets tough, the tough get going,” “Count your blessings,” or,“You can’t cry over spilled milk.” I was very sad. I felt helpless and hopeless, as did he. But I was the one full of Clomid and Pergonal.
Every now and then, you need permission to fall apart.
Many people apologize for their tears. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what’s come over me,” or, “I don’t know why I’m crying.”
Do we all know people who tend to cry a lot? Probably. Those folks may be clinically depressed and need treatment, or they may have developed a temperament that is more sensitive. They cry easily and often, sometimes hating that about themselves. They feel overly vulnerable, or may have been teased about their frequent show of emotion.
Other people never cry. There could be many reasons. Maybe they have deadened themselves to their feelings, due to abuse from their past. Maybe they have little to no empathy, avoid emotion of any kind, and live a carefully calculated life, as in sociopathy. Maybe they live their life much more engaged in mental activity than in emotional, as in Asperger’s.
There are also gender-specific problems associated with tears. As children, boys who cry are often bullied — girls told that it makes them “unattractive.” Both genders can be forced into a stereotype that can become an entrenched habit.
[tweetthis hidden_hashtags=”#compassion #drmargaret”]Tears are about intensity of feeling. Not weakness. Not fragility.[/tweetthis]
Like the tear you feel at the back of your eyes when you think of a beloved relative who has died.
Or when you hear that another school shooting has occurred.
When you get the phone call that the baby has safely arrived.
Or when the doctor gives your best friend the news that they’re in remission.
These tears are about honoring the significance and meaning of something.
So sometimes, when you look back and have compassion for the child you were, there are tears waiting for you. Because you are, and were, important.
You can connect with that feeling. It doesn’t have to have the power to overwhelm you. You can step into it, and then step out.
Sometimes that’s a skill that people don’t have. “If I feel any of that sadness, I will never stop crying.”
But you can learn the skill, to soothe yourself, and slowly become accustomed to acknowledging and connecting with all of who you are.
I fell apart that day, at least for the afternoon. I needed to. I needed to have compassion for myself.
The next day?
I counted my blessings, got my toughness going again, and started pouring another glass of that milk.
Maybe this was the time it wouldn’t spill.
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What an important post, Margaret. I didn’t cry until after I went through breast cancer. That experience made me much more empathetic than I was before. Cancer brings its own vulnerability that makes it mark on you forever. That may be the only good thing about cancer.
What an interesting comment Brenda. I’m so glad you were able to cry during that trauma. Thanks so much for commenting.
I have said, “Don’t be nice to me right now.”
… knowing the kind words offered were going to reduce me to a pile of snot and tears in the corner of the room.
‘Controlling’ my emotions was one of ‘Daddy’s’ biggest ‘concerns.’
“Why are you crying?” only brought out, “I don’t KNOW!!!!”
I have been on 3 day crying jags (that’s what I call them. My kids say, “Mom’s leaking.” ) I can function (I’m a great actress…where’s my Oscar?) but the tears just roll continuously.
It’s almost like I can save them up for awhile, but then the control is gone and I still have to portray ‘life.’
My body does it to me, too. It’s like it knows when I have a couple of days off and then it decides I need rest, so I get sick and have to rest.
My brain knows when I can’t take it anymore and opens the floodgates.
It’s exhausting.
Great supportive post! Thank you for acknowledging that we don’t necessarily want someone to fix it, just get us another bag of chips. And an industrial size tissue box 🙂
So glad you liked it Lisa. And who cares if Mom leaks a little (or more) from time to time? I appreciate your commenting more than you know.
I finally got brave and let Disqus have it’s way with me 😉 You appreciating MY comment feels pretty darn GOOD 🙂 Thank you!
Glad to get to know you.
I say let it all out however you need to. I love it when men circumvent their socialization and actually let their feelings out. I think it is the sign of a real man.
I love that term “circumvent their socialization”! I hope that more and more are, that’s for sure.
Thank u for sharing……I asked for a divorce after 25 years of marriage and moved 6 hours away. If I had a penny for every tear of regret I have shed (as the saying goes) I would be a rich person. I am almost 66 and I am tired….when is the pain going to end? He refuses to even see me. I want to heal but just don’t know how to do it. This was my only marriage. I have been divorced for almost 6 years. I have tried everything possible….from medical help to religion.
It does sound as if you’re stuck in your regret, and in the past. It’s almost as if your remorse is traumatizing you now. I would definitely get help or counseling in order to start focusing on today. I’m sorry you have such immense regret, or feel that your actions were impulsive. But, as I say often, look for what you have control over… now. Hopefully that will be helpful.