Give Me a Break

Everyone needs to break.

Everyone.

I used to believe differently. I thought tears would make me weak, and I thought I was weak because of how often tears would threaten. I thought only crazy people had “breakdowns,” and I thought I was crazy because of how often I ended up hitting myself or breaking things.

Now, as a grown man, I cry. Often. Whether it’s something moving, sad, frustrating, joyous, or hopeless, I let my emotions come through. When I need to break, I break, and it’s changed my life.

I don’t hit myself anymore. I don’t judge myself for feeling intensely because those moments of brokenness are the backside of a coin that includes a fierce and passionate love for people and for life. Oddly enough, the more honest and expressive I am “in the moment,” the less often I need to have the big meltdowns.

I think the world would be a better place if we were courageous enough to break. Stoicism has it’s place, but aspiring to be “strong” even when we need to be softer has everyone putting up a flimsy front that does more harm than good.

We need to grieve. Our hearts must break if we are to actually care enough to make positive changes. We need to be in touch with everything painful in order to truly appreciate everything pleasant.

Part of my Christian upbringing that always comforts me is its portrayal of the real world. There isn’t only bliss, nor is their only pain. Both the cross and the empty tomb make up our existence.

So if you’re bottling, suppressing, and hiding, do yourself a favor and break. Let your whole self come forth so that you can experience the fullness of life, and also so that the world may know the fullness of you.

Peace be with you!