Probably about once a month.
Do the math.
Do the math.
Probably about once a month.
Do the math.
I don't think I've ever cried because of literature, art, poetry or music
Since about a year or so I do not cry as much as I used too, which is bad, because with trying to shut down those feelings I lost a lot creativity and profoundness. I feel I grew colder and harder, less complex and less complete, though I feel unable to go back yet and let myself be vulnerable again to those feelings and thoughts.
Since about a year or so I do not cry as much as I used too, which is bad, because with trying to shut down those feelings I lost a lot creativity and profoundness. I feel I grew colder and harder, less complex and less complete, though I feel unable to go back yet and let myself be vulnerable again to those feelings and thoughts.
I understand your concerns, my friend. I've had to make sense of similar feelings myself, having also found myself far more stoic than I used to be. Sometimes I really regret my apparent inability to reach the extent of emotional sensitivity I once did.
Since about a year or so I do not cry as much as I used too, which is bad, because with trying to shut down those feelings I lost a lot creativity and profoundness. I feel I grew colder and harder, less complex and less complete, though I feel unable to go back yet and let myself be vulnerable again to those feelings and thoughts.
I understand your concerns, my friend. I've had to make sense of similar feelings myself, having also found myself far more stoic than I used to be. Sometimes I really regret my apparent inability to reach the extent of emotional sensitivity I once did.
You think it will return one day?
But since that one day its like a blockade in my brain, that prevents intense pain and sadness...but also the opposite, intense joy and love.
Its like I lost something of myself, or at least hid away so good, that I cannot reach it anylonger. Strange. And the more I try to find it again, the more pressure I put on myself, the further away it slips.
TerokNor
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