I’m very emotional, not the type to blubber for no good reason just very sensitive and sometimes a bit too compassionate, but that’s another story.
Growing up, I learned to cry in private, the slightest sign of tears would only bring me more trouble.
So, not to make matters worse for myself, I’d choke inside, hardly able to breathe, trying my damnest not to show how it all affected me.
Over the years I’ve cried rivers, sometimes torrents of tears, hurting and grieving, the pain sometimes seemingly unbearable.
Then, one day, I realised one can cry happy tears, the ones that happen for the simplest events, those little things that matter to you so much and make you so happy.
Just watching my children playing or having a good time can bring on the tears of joy.I can feel my eyes starting to well up, overwhelmed with this happy feeling.
Moments to treasure and look back upon, these precious moments that get you through the tough times and warm you up inside to remind you that life isn’t always perfect but it always get better again, eventually!
© elleonthego
Elle Amberley 
J’avais encore jamais rencontré qqun comme toi,toi qui m’a touché comme personne encore n’avait pu.
What can I add to this?
The emotion that transpires in all your posts!
Such a genuine post. I’ve bottled things up before, horrible things that have hurt me so badly, then just reached breaking point and finally, when I’m alone, let go and cried and cried uncontrollably.
It’s horrible but a relief in a way. Having children makes happy crying a lot easier . . I really have something to focus on and be grateful for now I have my little boy.
Love this post, love your blog. xx
Thank you so much!
Emotions can be so hard to deal with, so hurtful but also give you the best feeling in the world.
Beautiful post, Elle. I was taught not to show emotion too much when I was a child – don’t cry you’ll upset your mother sort of thing. And for a few years I was frightened to cry in case I couldn’t stop. But now I still cry all the time but like you, I find myself crying at funny and touching things. Last week I sobbed through a dance performance – it wasn’t even my kid performing!
Thank you!
I know what you mean about being frightened to be unable to stop.
I always blubber…good, bad…