Crying for me was a pivot point I didn’t like to reach. Now it’s a point of rest, where when I arrive I do not flee.
When I cry, on that Hollywood hill sign I see in my mind, I see the word “healing”
When I cry I feel replenished, I feel parts of myself that I felt bad for abandoning. I release tension and grief, I receive clarity and ease because when I’m in a state of self acceptance and love like that. I’m aware I’m in a state of surrender and hope, I know Allah who sees my tears counts them and wipes them away.
Looking back my hidden tears kept me alive because his divine mercy was the only refuge I truly allowed my heart to have.
Crying isn’t a sign of defeat it’s a sign of strength. It’s refusal to be overwhelmed to be over come. It’s celebration that didn’t happen…I’ve never cried for anything except to make space for a strain on my heart or gratitude I felt in it.
Drop tears when you need to, as it drops ease that heal and comfort you. Never regret a moment when you surrendered to your hearts will to breathe, because that is what crying truly is. Breathing, choosing to be free, breathing, appreciating that you are.