Okay yes, I just posted a picture of myself crying. Here’s the story:
During my last week in L.A. I had a MAJOR back spasm that left me barely able to walk or sit or breathe without pain. It caught me totally off guard and made me so angry because I had spend so much money and time the month before trying to heal myself from the same back spasm + pain. I thought I had fixed it.
My best friend + former roommate, Rylee, dropped everything that day to help me schedule and then drive me to an Alphabiotics Healer and Acupuncture appointment.
The first stop was with, Terry, the Alphabiotics healer. Alphabiotics is a healing modality that is based on an energy release technique founded by a chiropractor. Terry explained to me how the stress I have been under had been affecting my body. He reminded me how mind + body are connected and told me the goal of the session would be to release. I slowly and painfully got myself onto an elevated table and he worked his magic. He cradled my head in his arms and we worked through a few deep breaths before quickly twisting my head to the side. I felt a crack in my neck and down my back.
“It’s okay” he said as he stroked my head. “Let it out.” He paused.
I had no idea what he was doing or what we were waiting for.
And then suddenly a huge wave of emotion rolled up from the depth of my chest and tears started streaming.
“Good, release it. Let it go.”
And then we did the other side.
On my way out, this angle of a man told me I did a good job, and then said “In case you haven’t heard it today, I love you” I burst into tears again immediately. After all the treatments I’ve had this week those words were the most healing.
After my appointment, I felt exhausted and hungry (crying is a lot of work) I slowly wobbled down the street to get lunch. I allowed my tears to fall while I was walking and texting one of my friends that lives in New York. She was having a hard day with her depression, so I decided to venmo her $5 to get some flowers, cause flowers make everyone happy. It was my best attempt to be there for her despite the distance.
Shortly after receiving the notification of my tiny gift, she sent me a video of her thanking me with tears streaming down her face.
When I saw Amanda’s video I immediately thought “how beautiful are her tears”
Little did she know, I was also having a really rough morning and at this point, had stopped to sit on a bench and cry outside of a bank in Santa Monica trying to avoid feeling judged by the tourists walking by.
Eventually, I made it to lunch and back into my car to be zoomed off to my next appointment. In the car I thought about how important tears are, and how grateful I was for people like Amanda who share theit tears and healing unapologetically.
The culmination of my experiences from that morning shifted my perspective dramatically about crying. I knew it was good for me but was so afraid of feeling judged for it. I went from being worried about being judged for crying in public, so thinking the salty water running down my cheeks is probably the most beautiful thing I’ve seen in a long time.
I took this picture in the midst of that realization.
They are tender.
They are sweet.
They are cleansing.
They are healing.
After seeing my tears this way, they’ve flowed out of me more easily too, along with any pain or judgment living in my body.
I ended up sleeping the entirity of the next day. And I was back to walking again the following morning. That’s how beautifully powerful they are.
I encourage everyone to cry at least once this week. So much stress can get stuck in your body and it causes pain and disease if you don’t work through it and allow yourself to release it.
Take this post as an invisible permission slip.
Free yourself of the Judgement.
You’ll be able to walk or maybe run better than you ever could before.