Gonna chime in here. During the most dangerous period of my life 20-23, I couldn't cry at all, among other things. That period ended with a days-long waterfall. It felt like I was sucking in oxygen.
I don't cry much per se, but I feel like there is tremendous value in me holding onto a negative feeling for an extended period of time. I don't mean like prolonging the suffering or trauma, but I do mean not sweeping it under the rug. I have playlists for emotional down times, and the music powerfully takes me to a dark place if I need to visit one for a few hours.
I think that if I never did this, I wouldn't confront some of those feelings, and they might spin out of control and develop lives of their own.
I heart Barbie. No tears for me though. I just came out feeling lifted. If I "tear up" I'm fine, but if it moves into really crying, Lord it's ugly and my face hurts from all the pressure. I know I need to cry but damn, my face hurts. Every once in a long while when I'm really grief stricken it doesn't get all damned up in my face and flows like a river. It's such a relief/release. Example: right after 9/11 when I was on my couch watching coverage on TV it all just broke loose, loud and liquid, while I bent over at the waist. My beloved small green parrot watched me intently from his cage nearby like, "Whoa." He'd never heard me make those sounds before. He remained quiet. I'm certain he understood what they meant.
He was the best! He could be a sassy nuisance at times while "expressing himself," but when something real was going down he knew exactly what to do. I'm pretty much convinced we communicated telepathically.
Felt a need to come back and add a comment - there was something strangely moving about the changes Barbie is going through and facing at the end. Definite pathos element here. I suspect Margot Robbie is kind of a stealth genius.
I’ve gone through phases of my life when I couldn’t cry. Now I seem to cry more and over random things. I think I’m making up for my dry days.
hormones must be hugely in the mix for me these days, I'm like a teen. But I suspect it must be preferable to be in the crying phase than not at all.
Gonna chime in here. During the most dangerous period of my life 20-23, I couldn't cry at all, among other things. That period ended with a days-long waterfall. It felt like I was sucking in oxygen.
Mmmm.... mucus...
I don't cry much per se, but I feel like there is tremendous value in me holding onto a negative feeling for an extended period of time. I don't mean like prolonging the suffering or trauma, but I do mean not sweeping it under the rug. I have playlists for emotional down times, and the music powerfully takes me to a dark place if I need to visit one for a few hours.
I think that if I never did this, I wouldn't confront some of those feelings, and they might spin out of control and develop lives of their own.
Same here, I kind of like the wallowing in the darkness (am very attracted to dark art, topics for an otherwise happy person, maybe that's why!)
If it's a choice between goth and happy synth-pop, I'll probably pick goth 75% of the time.
I heart Barbie. No tears for me though. I just came out feeling lifted. If I "tear up" I'm fine, but if it moves into really crying, Lord it's ugly and my face hurts from all the pressure. I know I need to cry but damn, my face hurts. Every once in a long while when I'm really grief stricken it doesn't get all damned up in my face and flows like a river. It's such a relief/release. Example: right after 9/11 when I was on my couch watching coverage on TV it all just broke loose, loud and liquid, while I bent over at the waist. My beloved small green parrot watched me intently from his cage nearby like, "Whoa." He'd never heard me make those sounds before. He remained quiet. I'm certain he understood what they meant.
I'm sure he did understand, that was some bird!
He was the best! He could be a sassy nuisance at times while "expressing himself," but when something real was going down he knew exactly what to do. I'm pretty much convinced we communicated telepathically.
Felt a need to come back and add a comment - there was something strangely moving about the changes Barbie is going through and facing at the end. Definite pathos element here. I suspect Margot Robbie is kind of a stealth genius.
she is!