“What a mess.” Ugh. Thanks for sharing such a moment of human-ness. This story reminds me a bit of how I cried uncontrollably at my uncle’s funeral, which was shortly after I had lost my father. We were so distraught over my dad that we had not had a funeral or anything yet. Going to my uncles funeral completely triggered me, so even though I wasn’t actually that close to the man who had just passed, I was inconsolable about my father 🥴 It felt so wrong to be crying about the wrong person, but I had no control over it. Messy.
If I was on my own right now, I think I'd make a squeezed-out owwwww-howl-keening sound of empathy-resonance. You've captured the ugly conflicted messiness of emotion...I can't call it grief because it's more than that word...The Human-ness-mess that others who haven't experienced something similar..yet..don't know how to deal with us, or receive our tears or us...
I continue to be awed by your husband and huge hugs hon.
Your ability to decipher this out...well, no words.
I just feel a little less alone in my messy human-ness now. Feeling beyond the obvious.
Thank you for this collaboration contribution and teaming up with Anne. Thanks to Anne BIG hug!
I appreciate your vulnerability in sharing this experience. It reminds me how sometimes our emotions help us convey important messages that our minds would have us keep inside.
“What a mess.” Ugh. Thanks for sharing such a moment of human-ness. This story reminds me a bit of how I cried uncontrollably at my uncle’s funeral, which was shortly after I had lost my father. We were so distraught over my dad that we had not had a funeral or anything yet. Going to my uncles funeral completely triggered me, so even though I wasn’t actually that close to the man who had just passed, I was inconsolable about my father 🥴 It felt so wrong to be crying about the wrong person, but I had no control over it. Messy.
Thank you for sharing. There is something about a funeral or celebrate of life that I think puts us in touch with those tears.
I am so sorry for the loss of your cousin. Sometimes we are just triggered.
If I was on my own right now, I think I'd make a squeezed-out owwwww-howl-keening sound of empathy-resonance. You've captured the ugly conflicted messiness of emotion...I can't call it grief because it's more than that word...The Human-ness-mess that others who haven't experienced something similar..yet..don't know how to deal with us, or receive our tears or us...
I continue to be awed by your husband and huge hugs hon.
Your ability to decipher this out...well, no words.
I just feel a little less alone in my messy human-ness now. Feeling beyond the obvious.
Thank you for this collaboration contribution and teaming up with Anne. Thanks to Anne BIG hug!
I appreciate your vulnerability in sharing this experience. It reminds me how sometimes our emotions help us convey important messages that our minds would have us keep inside.
Thank you! Yes. Sometimes the emotions just come.
Thank you for your vulnerability. I really enjoyed reading this and am sending hugs your way. ❤️
You have inspired me to write about my own tears: I CRIED IN FRONT OF MY PATIENT ( https://open.substack.com/pub/cheyennehardy/p/i-cried-in-front-of-my-patient?r=32uost&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=web&showWelcomeOnShare=true )