A focused view of an arm and hand on a table. On the wrist is a hospital identification bracelet.

I Need a New Kind of ER

Listen to the podcast

 

Before we left for the Emergency Room last week, tears began pouring out of my face. G-Man understandably assumed it was because of my pain. But, I wasn’t crying because of pain, I was crying because I didn’t have the physical strength to hold back my tears.

This same thing happened when I was in labor with all four of our children. I didn’t begin crying because the labor was so intense, I cried because my body was so dedicated to the business of birth that I could no longer devote strength to holding in my emotions. Any time my body is being challenged physically, I simply can’t hold in the tears. And the funny thing is, I’m never crying about something specific. I’m crying about everything.

As I explained in Pyramid Theory, I’m in touch with what I need to be the best person I can be. And, for whatever reason, releasing my emotions is the one thing I need but don’t often make time to do. While I wouldn’t recommend a trip to the Emergency Room for a good cry, it was the perfect reminder of the other ER I need but rarely get—Emotional Release.

And no worries friends. I’m back on my feet, feeling great, and I’m right back to ignoring my emotions.

 

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

    Welcome to my blog! Here you can read about what’s on my mind as I try my best to recover from screaming at my kids and nagging the bejesus out my husband.

    Join TeamConfessions, a.k.a. "TeamC"—the posts are super short—you’ve got this. 

    Looking for something specific?

    MOST POPULAR POSTS

    From the Archives

    Share Everywhere:

    Ready to join me?

    I would love for you to join me as I work to undo these old patterns and evolve to create a more serene and accepting existence. (And you should know that I still want to ear flick the little knuckleheads {this includes my husband} when they don’t rinse a dish before putting it in the dishwasher — always a work in progress.)
    mdm light green icon logo
    Confessions of a recovering
    micromanaging - perfectionist - martyr

    Join TeamConfessions