Life isn't a bed of roses, and there are moments when I get upset, disappointed, depressed and even hopeless.
Today, one such event made me feel this way.
And reflecting on it, I learnt something about myself that I didn't realise before.
I cry when I am upset. This may sound like a no-brainer, but it came like an little epiphany to me.
"Ah... I cry too" - that sort of moment. I always thought of myself as an optimistic and strong person, always looking for that silver lining. But today, I realised. Sad things get to me too, and I cry about it.
I don't let the people around me know that I am upset. My first reaction is to always play it off. "Oh don't worry about me though! I am ok!" That blatant lie that everyone believed. Even to the person I love the most, I wasn't honest. I didn't know I was like that. I always tell the people around me that they should tell me honestly when they are upset, so that I can comfort them and be there for them. And today I realised, I don't do what I preach. I think I don't tell people I am sad because then, it makes me sadder. And all those words of comfort do no good at all.
I fight my tears back because I don't like to cry in front of people. I turn my head quickly away and divert your attention to something else, so that you don't see me cry. Is this what it means to be shameful of my feelings? I don't know.
Today, I am grateful to understand this version of myself. This side that doesn't come out often, the face that I forgot existed.
love,
xin hui