The trash man can have the the voices that tell you to toughen up, like feeling deeply is some kind of flaw, like tears are cracks instead of proof that something inside you is alive enough to break.
Some of the strongest people I know cry every single day and still get up, still show up, still carry worlds on their backs with shaking hands and open hearts, and still they say I am sorry when their voice trembles, when their eyes give way, as if being human requires an apology.

But it does not.

You should not have to excuse your own emotions like they are interruptions, like they are inconveniences, like they are something to clean up after.
The world is strange like that, it calls you dramatic for feeling too much until the moment it needs someone who can actually feel anything at all…… then Suddenly empathy becomes a skill instead of a weakness, suddenly your softness is useful, suddenly your depth has value.

I trust people who have cried over life, who have sat with grief long enough to know its language, who have let themselves be undone and learned how to stand again anyway.

I trust them more than the ones who walk around untouched, like nothing has ever reached them, like nothing ever will.

***What is the psychology behind this harsh little phrase:
“stop feeling sorry for yourself” ***

what does that even mean when you have lost something real, when something has been taken, when something will never come back?
You have the right to mourn what will never be.
You have the right to sit with your sadness, to hold it gently, to understand it instead of shoving it away because someone told you it makes you weak.

If we cannot meet our own pain with empathy, with kindness, with the same compassion we offer others, then what are we doing, because that is where strength actually lives, not in silence, not in pretending, not in shutting down, but in feeling everything and choosing to stay.
Be you, Be real…….!