Sometimes I make lists because they’re succinct and communicate a lot with very little effort (or the need for horribly difficult transitions). Recently, I’ve been thinking a lot about how often I cry. I’m a PhD student and it can just get a tad bit overwhelming. Since going to therapy a few years ago, I’ve begun this crying bout. It’s hard to put into words, but there are moments I find myself crying because I am raw, so vulnerable with emotion, that I have no way to formulate or make sense of the world, me, or anything really. No, I don’t cry every day, but at key moments and below I provide you a glimpse into them.
- When something really small hasn’t gone right (and it’s always usually gone right). Maybe it’s just that on top of everything else, this rather miniscule task must be attended to and I’m the only one who can do it. Honestly, it’ll require maybe an email, a quick phone call, or the submission of a form, and I am left crying as though everything in the world wants to work against me. Dramatics… I know, I bring on the dramatics.
- When I wish I weren’t such an introvert and didn’t have to work myself up to make a phone call or have an in-person conversation. I can’t explain what exactly is so difficult for me. This goes for nearly anyone in my life, maybe except my mother. My social anxiety takes over and paralyzes me – sometimes on the phone and sometimes in person.
- When I finally write something I have been thinking about and processing for months. There is a true sense of catharsis that takes over my body and mind when I can find the words (the moment and time) to formulate my emotions, my thoughts onto the blank page.
- When I find myself in the car on a highway and a song comes on, grabs my make-up and me and tries to make me a mess before I ever arrive at my destination or officially begin my day.
- Immediately after a very large project or a series of tasks have been accomplished. For a moment I can breathe again and my shoulders fall, no longer tense, and my heart finally catches up with me.
- When my partner holds me and I try to communicate how I feel about him and describe what he means to me. I’m forced to take his face in my hands and repeat it so he never forgets.
- When I miss my niece and nephew and imagine all the experiences I’d like to have with them but distance and time make it nearly impossible at the moment. I promise myself I’ll do research, I’ll plan, I’ll do more, and then I look at my bank account, my calendar, my to-do list, and I’m stopped in my tracks.
- When someone probes just a little bit to try to reveal what is keeping me so stoic and essentially non-responsive. I’m trying to hold it together and when someone sees I’m not doing it too well or I’m carrying the load rather poorly, I break.
- Almost every month, like clockwork, I double-guess all my life decisions and choosing to get a PhD. Anxiety takes over and I try to make sense of what brings me joy and why I decided to begin this journey nearly 2 years ago. I fear this won’t ever feel quite right, or maybe that the only place I do feel quite myself is right here, on my own page, creating art with words.
- In a tender moment with my partner, when he can be present. He reminds me of how precious it is to find people who will hold your hand, stare into your eyes, and be present.
- When someone pushes me away in a moment of need or pain. All I want to do is help or at least be present, especially for those close to my heart, so when they retaliate or say “no” you’re not allowed here, I’m at a loss. I’m in pain because of the rejection, but mostly because all I want to do is be there and care in whatever way I may be needed and I can’t be or worse, I’m not wanted there in that way. Maybe it’s most difficult too because I know that’s exactly what I do to others and so I must be ready to take a dose of my own medicine.
- When I catch a rather funny episode of The Golden Girls during my nighttime ritual, and I laugh so hard just thinking about the women in my life who fill my life with so much joy, laughter, and love.