I can't cry. I don't even think I remember what it feels like.
Posted: Sun Aug 25, 2019 6:31 pm
I can't cry. I often try to imagine what it would feel like. Like this huge explosion of relief that I may never get again. I had a really close friend commit suicide a couple of years ago. He was seemingly the happiest person alive before that. I've never grieved. When I heard about it I somehow ended up in the middle of my street and I'm not even sure how I got there, but there I was on my knees in the street. I remember feeling it come. Like I knew a rush of relief was going to come over me and I was going to let everything out right there in the street. A tear came, one single tear, then it was like it just got sucked right back in.
The interesting thing is I was a very easy child to set off. I would cry about anything and everything. If you gave me a wrong look I would ball my eyes out. I was very empathic. If you came in sad I'd feel your sadness as if it were my own and I'd cry for you! Then when I was maybe 9 or 10 this all stopped. I remember crying my eyes out for whatever, probably nonsense, reason and for a long period of time. As I was crying I walked into my bathroom and looked in the mirror. My face was red, like a very dark red and it hurt. Like physically hurt that's how much I was crying. I remember saying to myself "why are you crying so much? Don't you want to be happy?" "Smile," I demanded. So I did. I kept that smile on til I stopped crying and that smile became genuine. I'm 29 years old now and that was the last memory I have of me ever crying. It's like I created this unbreakable wall when I did that. I've always been seen as this strong, got it together, stable man. No fear, no tears. Only, that's not the truth. I just, I guess, don't know how to cry anymore.
The interesting thing is I was a very easy child to set off. I would cry about anything and everything. If you gave me a wrong look I would ball my eyes out. I was very empathic. If you came in sad I'd feel your sadness as if it were my own and I'd cry for you! Then when I was maybe 9 or 10 this all stopped. I remember crying my eyes out for whatever, probably nonsense, reason and for a long period of time. As I was crying I walked into my bathroom and looked in the mirror. My face was red, like a very dark red and it hurt. Like physically hurt that's how much I was crying. I remember saying to myself "why are you crying so much? Don't you want to be happy?" "Smile," I demanded. So I did. I kept that smile on til I stopped crying and that smile became genuine. I'm 29 years old now and that was the last memory I have of me ever crying. It's like I created this unbreakable wall when I did that. I've always been seen as this strong, got it together, stable man. No fear, no tears. Only, that's not the truth. I just, I guess, don't know how to cry anymore.