I have never been so scared to publish a post until this one. I had this set to Private for several days and drove myself crazy trying to decide if I ought to post it. It’s about some of my most vulnerable moments and posting about those is incredibly scary for a person who usually has their guard up. But I longed to post it. Something inside was telling me I needed to and I wouldn’t regret it. I also felt this post was my best written one ever because while writing it I allowed my emotions to flow unimpeded. What to do?
I even wrote a short post asking people if I should post something that made me feel so naked and vulnerable. Ultimately, the decision to make this post public was mine, but the consensus seemed to be that I should.
I read this post over again earlier today from the imaginary perspective of a random reader who just happened on the article and had never seen this blog before. I realized that as this “someone else” it would be something I’d want to read.
So here it is, guys. The post that made me feel like I was going to pass out cold when I pressed “Make Post Public.”
Milk and Open Hearts: Embracing the “Feminine” Emotions
I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about vulnerability lately. I’m reaching a point in my healing journey where I can start to allow myself to become more open to my emotions and to sharing the feelings of others. It wasn’t my intention to write another post about crying so soon after my last, but I think my interest is due to something that’s happening inside…
For years I couldn’t cry, but wanted to. I was so numb from all the abuse that I had dissociated myself from my feelings. I felt like I was dead and in hell. Recently I’m finding a lump in my throat or tears starting to well much more frequently–usually because I’ve been touched by something or someone in some way, and it’s usually a pretty simple thing. I realize this is a sign that the long term dissociation within my mind is coming to an end because I’ve gained more courage to embrace my feelings instead of pushing them away or denying their existence.
I remember even during the darkest days of abuse by my psychopaths and narcs, when I walked around like an emotional zombie due to all the abuse I endured, there were rare moments of clarity when truth and beauty shone through the murk of depression and PTSD.
During my pregnancies with both my children (I was pregnant three other times–one abortion which I am writing about next–the child would have been a boy born in 1999–and two miscarriages), my brain’s marination in a continuous bath of pregnancy hormones made me very emotional. Not depressed-emotional–in fact, I was happier than I’d ever been. Things just touched me or made me feel some kind of ineffable euphoria or inexplicable sadness and suddenly there would be tears.
I think the increased emotionality experienced by pregnant and lactating women is the result of nature’s opening our hearts to connect deeply and lovingly with our children from the moment we know we are pregnant. The torrents of female hormones–mostly estrogen and progesterone–help wire our brains to to allow the limbic (emotional) system to run things for awhile. The heightened ability to feel is a gift that helps our species survive because under the right circumstances, emotional openness transforms into unconditional love and empathy.
The hormonal bath continued for some weeks after the births of both my children and I remember getting particularly emotional one dark and cold night as I held my firstborn against milk-swollen breasts, with Barber’s “Adagio for Strings” playing on the stereo. I watched as my son rooted for the nourishment he sought and found it. Latched on tightly, dark pink lips pursed in determination and a primitive and preternatural hunger, my baby son began to nurse. As I felt the milk come down, I was overwhelmed with tenderness and love for this completely helpless creature who so recently had lived inside my body and taken nourishment from my blood, and whose wastes were eliminated with my own, and suddenly my face was awash in tears.
I watched as if through antique swirled-glass windows as my tears soaked my tiny boy’s thistledown-fine hair and ran across a petal-soft pink cheek busily working my milk glands. There was a melancholy underpinning to my overwhelming elation and I allowed myself to feel that sadness too–and realized that melancholy welled up from an awareness of how fragile my tiny son was, how fragile we all are–at any age; and how easily a trusting, childlike soul can be stamped out by hurt, abandonment and abuse. I wanted to protect this child from any harm that might ever come his way. I didn’t realize then my son’s own father would set out to destroy his spirit. Thank God he did not succeed.
At the moment the first drop of salt water touched my baby, opaque dark blue eyes fluttered open and gazed at me, seeming to understand my feelings. Sighing a delicate baby sigh, this tiny human being I had created through my love for a man and sustained and nurtured by my blooming, hormone-soaked body, nestled in closer and suckled harder until swept away in blissful sleep. I marveled at the knowledge this tiny boy would one day be a man, taller and probably physically stronger than me, and that I would play a huge part in his journey to manhood. It scared me to pieces but I felt willing and ready to take on the challenge–because of love, the greatest power we have as humans.
This wondrous connection–this moment of almost painful sweetness–was so honest and magical I almost dared not breathe. The tears poured down. I didn’t wipe the wetness from my face for that would have disrupted the beautiful connection I felt with my child.
It’s during these moments our hearts are open and we allow ourselves to become vulnerable, that we are fully engaged and connected with life and open to the bliss and pain of pure unconditional love. That kind of love is expressed in tears (often combined with laughter or smiles) because there are no words that could ever express the depth of this sublime emotion–an emotion of such beauty, rarity and truth it nearly hurts.
Tears are the mark of our common humanity and connect us with each other. We are pushed into the world crying, and are (hopefully) cried for when we leave it. Crying marks the most important milestones of our lives, whether they are happy or sad. There are always tears at graduations, pregnancy and wedding announcements, falling in and out of love, weddings, births, baptisms, death and funerals. There are tears wherever there is honesty, intimacy and love.
The happiest people in the world are often people who cry a lot. Their hearts are open, so everything and everyone touches them. They’re not afraid to connect and to empathize. Their love sometimes overflows the confines of their physical composure, and so they cry. I used to know a beautiful young woman who said she cried five or more times a day–just because she was so happy all the time. She wasn’t annoying happy. Honest joy never is annoying. She moved through life regally and with dignity and compassion, appreciating everything and loving everything and being touched by everything, and everyone loved her right back because they knew she was an empath. People wanted to be close to her, they wanted to be touched by her, both emotionally and physically. Her large expressive eyes were almost always wet with tears. At first it seemed a little strange, but soon we got so used to seeing her that way it just seemed normal after awhile. And it WAS normal, more normal than anything could ever be.
I was so envious of that girl for her emotional openness. But she showed me a great truth about myself. I could be that girl because that was me. I just needed to find a way to knock down my thick concrete walls of fear. It’s getting easier. I still have a lot of emotional blockage, but I no longer feel like one of the walking dead.
In the Stephen King movie “The Green Mile,” John Coffey is an autistic man who nevertheless is an empath. He’s been unjustly sentenced to Death Row for the murder of two little girls because he was the last one seen with them (and probably due to his being black as well). You sense Coffey never killed those girls and in fact you realize how empathic this man really is. He has no defenses against the world due to his inability to hide his emotions (some autistic people have trouble regulating their emotions), and at the same time this very defenselessness gives him unbelievable strength and goodness. Coffey cried almost constantly, feeling the emotions of everyone around him and freely giving unconditional love where none existed.
A couple of years ago, there was a very popular video that went viral. It featured a 10-month old baby girl apparently crying from empathy as she listened to her mother sing. I’m not usually a fan of “cute baby” videos but watching this baby was fascinating because she cried like an adult would have–and the purity of her emotion was an achingly beautiful thing to see.
We are born withour hearts unguarded. When life begins to hurt too much (and it always does), children eventually learn to guard their hearts or in the worst cases (NPD, ASPD and some other mental disorders), dissociate themselves from their true feelings so thoroughly there is no turning back to the emotionally open state we were born with.
It’s a sad state of affairs that all the tender (“feminine”) emotions such as sadness, deep connection or friendship, love in all its forms, joy of the non-shallow type, feeling touched or moved, gratitude, and empathy– have been so devalued in modern society and are often seen as proof of weakness in a person when in fact they show a person who has the strength and courage to leave their hearts unguarded when it matters the most.
It’s interesting that all these softer emotions indicate goodness and purity of heart. They possess enormous potential to eliminate or reduce darkness and evil because they are emotions of healing, love, and our human connection with the Divine.
In a perfect world where all human beings had open, unguarded hearts, an alien from another planet upon first meeting a typical human would see smiles and laughter graced by tears. If the alien were to question what these signals meant, the answer would be “Love.”
The angels in Heaven would tell you the same.
OH! That was so lovely! Thank you for posting it! I envy you, being able to express how you feel and all. Oh my! You’re amazing!
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Thanks 🙂 It’s weird having it up now. I’m glad it’s kind of buried. lol
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Yeah, I can see why one would be hesitant making this public. It’s very touching, and very true.
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(And it hits on a personal level. But a level that hits us all. The awe-inspiring, blissful and painful, vulnerable but strong, necessary and needed love.)
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To share our most intense emotions is one of the most difficult things a human can do and it is a gift to be able to do it.
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It sure was hard for me to post this but I’m glad I did.
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Me too
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I’m glad you posted it, it’s beautiful to read and what you are saying is very true 🙂
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🙂
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Thank you for posting this, it is beautiful and true 🙂
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Thank you. Not posting it was driving me nuts.
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Really beautiful – I love how you captured this love you felt. And how your tears flowed. Thanks for taking the risk. Wow!
~Audrey
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I’m feeling better that I posted this now. Thanks!
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I wish this sort of thing happened to me more often. In spite of this post I usually find it hard to cry, especially when I’m sad. I usually get grumpy instead, lol.
I guess further healing and blogging should help with that. I laugh a lot though. 🙂
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I’d be dead if it weren’t for laughing. I’m sure of it.
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I would be too!
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Beautifully expressed.
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Dear LuckyO, I love this post. I admit it is sometimes difficult to share such realizations of ‘our vulnerable human selves’, especially after we’ve been through some dark stuffs which all but shut the door to our intense and emotional selves. I will use just one or two real examples of myself. I recently after a whooping 36 years, realized I had all the love I needed deep within me to validate my ownself. Any other I found especially from a man, should be complementary. I started to laugh for real and I now enjoy doing it just everywhere, whenever and for whatever reason. I equally cry and I say thank you over and again. Thanks for your blog
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Marie, thanks for sharing your thoughts and I’m glad you liked my post. Yes, we do have all the love we need within ourselves but it’s harder for some people to access these sublime emotions than it is for others. As someone with a number of mental disorders (Borderline personality disorder, Aspergers, anxiety, Bipolar (depressive only), and avoidant personality disorder) it’s been very hard for me to access this part of me. But the determination is there and little by little I’m getting there.
My brain being marinated in pregnancy/lactation hormones overrode my natural guardedness and I felt so much more.
I’m working hard on healing and writing every day is doing its work. Writing posts like this really helps me–maybe that’s why I was so afraid. The key is complete honesty and not holding back anything while writing. I am not in therapy but writing and prayer are more helpful to me than any therapist ever was — that doesn’t mean I couldn’t benefit from a therapist too though (I don’t have the funds).
Sometimes I wonder if a narcissist on the lower end of the spectrum (non-malignant) could benefit the same way from blogging and writing every day the way I have been-if they would ever be motivated to try. I wonder about that because BPD (which I have) is a cluster B disorder very close to NPD and they share some traits in common. However, a borderline has the capacity to feel empathy for others, even though their own drama tends to get in the way of that. Borderlines can seem very self centered but it’s because of their fear of abandonment, not to obtain narcissitic supply. Borderlines don’t set out to hurt people and usually feel bad if it’s been pointed out that they have. They’re more oblivious than evil.
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I read several of your posts, znd I am so sorry for your very difficult journey right from conception I dare say. Indeed, writing, prayer, sports, music and all such little passions of ours, are most therapeutic. Even therapists encourage such. Secondly, you have several workbooks and support groups online. I really wish you well my friend.
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Thanks, Marie. It may seem like a bad lot, but I’ve actually come to realize that all that adversity and pain taught me things about myself I never would have known without it. I feel like I’m a better person now that I’m distanced from those who abused me, a far better person that I would have been if I didn’t have those experiences.
It’s all in how you choose to frame it.
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This was so gorgeous! It touched my motherly and womenly heart. Femininity and “soft” emotions are NOT valued in this dog-eat-dog world, unfortunately. Being vulnerable in this case is a good thing; we need more of your voice in this world.
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I guess part of my discomfort about posting this is the general attitude our society has toward these “deep” and “feminine” emotions. I ran away from them for so long, and am just waking up to being able to share stuff like this. It’s wonderful, really.
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I know I was totally underprepared for how emotional and vulnerable pregnancy, birth, postpartum period, and mothering has made me feel. As a doula I am now spreading the word and helping support women. 😊
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That’s great, QF. 🙂 I didn’t know you were a doula
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Yep. I starting doula-ing 4 years ago and took a break to deal with my own birth issues. Now I’m back, went through several months of training and am starting my own business. That’s why I haven’t written as many posts as usual. 😊
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Congratulations! That’s very exciting to hear.
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Thanks! Less time for blogging though which does make me a sad bc it is a great stress relief! 😔
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Amazing read! Thank you so much for sharing. So much more to say but can’t seem to articulate the words.
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Those kind of feelings I described are realy hard to put into words. It wasn’t an easy post to write, not only because of how emotional it was but because finding the words was hard.
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Yet you did it eloquently.
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TYSM! 🙂
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