This was a tender gut punch with a neuroscience footnote. Thank you.
Crying, for some of us, isn’t a release—it’s a jailbreak. A risky jailbreak past a thousand old alarms saying, “Nope, not safe yet.” And yet, when the flood finally comes, it’s not weakness. It’s the sacred ceremony of not pretending anymore.
I love how you framed it: not every tear is a tragedy—some are ancient prayers finally reaching the surface. Some are the nervous system whispering, “I made it. I survived.”
Yes, and thank you for your support. I love that, a "sacred ceremony". Yes! A communion with the self, where the rubber meets the road. Maybe why horror is the genre it is. It's that monster under the bed. Keep crying and be well!
This was a tender gut punch with a neuroscience footnote. Thank you.
Crying, for some of us, isn’t a release—it’s a jailbreak. A risky jailbreak past a thousand old alarms saying, “Nope, not safe yet.” And yet, when the flood finally comes, it’s not weakness. It’s the sacred ceremony of not pretending anymore.
I love how you framed it: not every tear is a tragedy—some are ancient prayers finally reaching the surface. Some are the nervous system whispering, “I made it. I survived.”
Yes, and thank you for your support. I love that, a "sacred ceremony". Yes! A communion with the self, where the rubber meets the road. Maybe why horror is the genre it is. It's that monster under the bed. Keep crying and be well!