Sometimes, it seems like nobody understands, nobody listens, nobody is around when we need them. We get overwhelmed by grief and tears. If we did have someone there, we wouldn’t be able to talk anyway because the sadness is so big.
So we cry until we stop crying and don’t feel much better afterwards, but we’re able to dry our eyes and sometimes put on a happier face. If someone asks what’s wrong, we say we’re fine, because we’d have to explain what made us feel sad, and that’s a long, long, twisted up story that takes too long to tell.
In those moments of wordless grief, of breathless sobbing, we can remember to help ourselves. We can reach for a calming breath and patiently keep trying to breathe until we calm down. We can move our bodies: rock back and forth, pace around the room, drum with our fingers and feet.
We can help ourselves through the pain, and when the crying fades away, we can use a stronger technique like brushing the bad energy off ourselves and letting it go into the ground to be neutralized. And maybe we can find that one person who will just sit with us when we’re sad and not demand to know the details.
Question for the day: When I’m overwhelmed by tears, what do I do to help myself move through it?