I cry a lot, not necessarily because I am unhappy, although that does happen sometimes,
but because I am unafraid to feel.
Society often equates crying with weakness.
Expressing feelings in such a way is often considered childish or impulsive, and written off
as some character flaw.
Cry baby, attention whore, pussy.
And maybe that’s true sometimes… maybe.
But here’s why I don’t buy that:
I have survived some difficult life experiences without tears
Rape.
Abuse.
Death.
Just to name a few.
Tears were no comfort to me when my parents divorced.
Tears were not helpful when my ribs were being broken.
In those moments, my mind decided it would be safer not to feel.
See, that’s where society has it wrong.
Feeling is hard, feeling is painful.
You have to be pretty fuckin brave to allow yourself to feel every chemical reaction in your brain.
Allowing yourself to feel everything in full opens you up to a world that isn’t always easy to understand,
But my God, it’s beautiful!
Confessions of Chaos 
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