In this physical strength journey I’m into, I sometimes forgot that crying and being weak are also part of being a human and it doesn’t make you any less of a person.
I recently saw a poem written by my cousin in her instagram, Mary Jhasmin | Feelings of Letters, where she talked about the toilet being a comfort zone for some adults.
It’s funny that I remember growing up as a child, it was literally a comfort room for me. It’s the part of the house where I’m just sitting down, crying my eyes out and just being me for a few seconds. All those thoughts and emotions I can’t share with anyone, it’s all in there.
And it’s been awhile since I did that which is great because as I grew up, I did have some people to share those pain with.
And for some reason, I don’t want it to be my comfort zone again ‘coz it’s sad. Being there all alone, talking to yourself saying “go ahead cry it all out and everything will be okay.” Yes, it will really be okay and it actually helps to burst in tears while being yourself once in a while but … it’s just sad to live a life like that.
So I hope that those who experienced it or still into that situation, may they also find the right people to share their pains with.
