Showers and Tears
Crying in the shower can be therapeutic.
Half way through my shower today, I suddenly felt an overwhelming need to cry.
I burst into tears and couldn’t stop for 20 minutes.
As the water splattered over my pink shower cap and onto the granite flooring of the bathroom, I cried. Oh I cried…
I cried about life — all my inadequacies as a human being, sister, partner, and friend. How I wish I could be everything to everyone I care about every time but fall short more often than not.
I cried about work — the apprehension of often feeling inadequate. The constant fear that I don’t deserve to be there and that my incompetence would soon be discovered.
I cried about Nigeria — the rut its been stuck in for decades. The fear that things will only continue to get worse.
I cried some more…And finally, I cried about nothing.
At the end of this crying session, I looked at my puffy eyes in the mirror and realized how unkind I often am to myself. I managed to mutter some words of affirmation while also trying to convince myself to believe the words. Eventually, I got dressed and went about my day.
Morale of the story: Be kind to yourself! You can’t give what you don’t have.
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