The Night I Stopped Apologizing For Being Too Emotional ‎

 

I used to say sorry for crying.

‎Sorry for texting too much.

‎Sorry for feeling too much.

‎Sorry for loving too hard.

‎Sorry for being too sensitive.

‎I thought if I became smaller, quieter, less emotional – someone would finally stay.

‎One night, I was on the floor of my bathroom, crying about a man who didn't even ask if I was okay. And my phone lit up. My friend said: "You are not too emotional. You just felt everything in a place that felt nothing."

‎That was the night I stopped apologizing.

‎Ladies, being emotional is not your weakness. It is your superpower.

‎You feel when others are numb. You notice when others pretend. You love when others play games.

‎They call you "too much" because they have too little to give.

‎From that night, I made a promise:

‎I will not say sorry for having a soft heart in a hard world.

‎I will not shrink my feelings to make someone comfortable.

‎I will not apologize for tears that are healing me.

‎If my emotions scare you, you are not meant for my depth.

‎And to you reading this – if you have ever been called too emotional, too sensitive, too clingy – hear me:

‎You are not too much. You are just deeply feeling in a world that forgot how to feel.

‎Stop apologizing. Start blooming.

‎Your softness is not a flaw. It is your Silent Bloom.

‎

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

What Being a Single Mom Taught Me About Strength

Image
 I used to think strength was about never crying. About holding everything together without breaking. But being a single mom taught me that real strength looks completely different. Strength is not loud. It's quiet. It's in the small moments no one sees. 1. Strength is waking up and choosing to continue. There are mornings when I am so tired. The baby didn't sleep, the house is a mess, and my phone has no data. But I still get up. I make breakfast. I smile at my baby. That choice, every single day, is strength. It's not because I feel strong. It's because love doesn't give me another option. 2. Strength is asking for help without feeling ashamed. For a long time, I thought asking for help meant I failed. Now I know it means I am wise. I cannot do everything alone, and that's okay. Allowing my mom to hold the baby while I write one article, or allowing a friend to listen to me vent — that is not weakness. That is how I survive and grow. 3. Strength is protect...
Read more

The Day I Stopped Trying to Prove Myself to Everyone

Image
  The Day I Stopped Trying to Prove Myself to Everyone. For a long time, I thought I had to prove myself. I wanted people to see that I was doing well. I wanted my family to be proud of me. I wanted friends to believe in me. Most of all, I wanted the people who had doubted me to eventually say, “We were wrong about you.” So I kept pushing. Whenever something didn't work out, I tried again—not because I believed in myself, but because I wanted to prove someone else wrong. I didn't realize how exhausting that was. The Moment Everything Changed One afternoon, I was sitting alone after receiving disappointing news about something I had worked hard for. My first thought was, “What will everyone think?” That question stopped me. Why was I more worried about everyone's opinion than my own feelings? I looked back at the past few years and realized something uncomfortable. I had spent so much time trying to convince other people that I was capable that I had forgotten to ask myself ...
Read more

The Day I Stopped Waiting to Be Chosen

Image
  I spent years waiting. Waiting to be chosen by friends. Waiting to be chosen for opportunities. Waiting to be chosen in love. I was always sitting in the waiting room of my own life, hoping someone would open the door and say "We pick you." So I made myself smaller to be more likable. I worked harder to be more noticeable. I waited quietly, hoping my patience would be rewarded. But no one came. Not because I wasn't worthy, but because I was waiting for permission to live my own life. Then one day, I got tired. Tired of waiting. Tired of checking my phone. Tired of wondering why I wasn't chosen. And I asked myself a question that changed everything: What if I choose myself? That day, I stopped waiting. I stopped waiting to be invited and I created my own table. I stopped waiting to be validated and I started validating myself. I stopped waiting for someone to tell me I was enough, and I started acting like I already was. When you stop waiting to be chosen, something ...
Read more