Tears be the medicine!

Hey people!

What is up?

This Sunday let's talk about something we never really talk about.

Grief!

Sometimes we need to just grieve.

In a busy world where we have time for a Snapchat and a swipe-up on Instagram, I don't think you've grieved.

Some things happened that made you want to cry.

But you held up.

You wanted to pretend that you're strong.

It's okay to feel broken once in a while.

It's okay to not want to mend the broken thing.

It's okay to just sit and cry.

We'll make time for your loss.

You lost a part of you that made you happy.

Grieve.

Give yourself a chance to say goodbye.

Someone who's your person isn't your person anymore?

Grieve.

Things are getting hard and heavy?

Take a moment.

Breath.

Yell.

Not working?

Cry dammit.

The very first thing that you do when you come into this earth is cry.

Then why the hell not let it be a constant emotion, a part of your life?

It's okay to grieve.

Yes, you must take some time to cry.

Heartaches for a reason buddy.

Let the tears be the medicine for once.

FYI, I ain't hurting. I feel things and deal with them the way that suits me and my situation. I am just good with the stuff that involves emotions. And yes, I love to write about it. That doesn't mean I am in depths of distress and need of pity.

This isn't about me. This is about us, ignoring the fact that we need to acknowledge the pain in the right way!

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