I did it, I broke down in tears in the middle of our group. And I don’t care. I felt safe and loved and no one were judging me.
It was a song that triggered my feelings. It is in danish, but the main content of it – what made the tears well up is something along the lines of this:
Now you are simply allowed to be my child, not my servant.
Now, be little – not adult.
No one makes demands from you. No one judges you.
You are allowed to be weak, let go of all responsibility.
The danger is, that you’ll forget how much of a jewell you are.
That you think too much about the sorrow and need of others, instead of your own.
Now, you can listen instead of talking.
You can just receive, and not always give.
You are allowed to cry – and to share your pain.
You will be held and you will feel our peace.
I ended up curling up in my seat and felt the tears spill over.
A friend next to me laid her arm around me and hugged me. We didn’t speak. People sang, she sang. I just cried. I cried and listened.
I let the words fill my heart and my body. I tried to let go and just.. just be. Just listen. Just take what was given me.
Afterwards I felt lighter. I felt relived. I felt like a weight had been lifted from my shoulders, and it felt good.
As bad as it can be breaking down, the feeling after is worth it all to me.
I just hope I can hold onto this feeling for a while now. I will try to believe the good things.