I think society has led us to believe that crying is a sign of weakness. If we still cry, we must not have moved forward since losing our loved one to suicide. I lost my dad three and a half years ago, almost exactly to the day. I still cry. A song will come on the radio, a memory will surface, a holiday will pass, and I will be reminded that my dad is no longer here. Tears will fall, and sadness will overcome me. Does this mean that I haven’t been able to move forward? Does this mean I just took a step back? No. It means that I am allowing myself to feel, and allowing myself to heal. I do not expect these moments of sadness to ever go away, and to be honest, I don’t want them to. Crying feeds my soul. Crying to me is quite the opposite of a weakness. It takes strength to truly allow yourself to feel the emotions that we often bury down deep inside. Allow yourself to cry. Allow yourself to feel. Allow yourself to heal.
