“Be hurt. I can take it. The world can take it.” — No Strings Attached
I remembered it was a few months after my dad’s passing… I was very good at putting up a strong front towards other people. After the first week of his demise, I rarely cried in front of anyone. I just cried when it’s time to go to bed. Alone. That was how I preferred it.
Being the eldest of two children, I felt that I had to be strong for my mom and my little sister. And I was. I think I did a good enough job anyway.
But there was this one moment when I was in my room, few months after, browsing through YouTube videos, and played Luther Vandross’ Dance With My Father. I started crying straight away, but I forgot to lock my bedroom door.
So when my mom suddenly walked into my room, finding me crying… I stopped, wiped my tears away, and pretended I was OK again.
It was then my mom said, “It’s OK to cry. Don’t keep it in. You don’t have to be strong all the time.”
She was right. But I stopped anyway. Alas, that was the last time she saw my tears. I can’t bear the thought of other people thinking I’m weak. I don’t like it. But I am. I’m very weak, and sometimes I don’t know if I can keep up being strong all the time.
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plesiosauridentifying said:
You’re so strong and amazing <3 but tears aren’t necessarily a sign of weakness. And if you let it out every once in a while, it won’t build up into a massive unbearable weight on your chest.
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