There are several ways I communicate to people in therapy that their tears are welcome:
- I make sure there are boxes of tissues within reach.
- I say “All your feelings are welcome here.”
- I explain the science that supports the thesis that tears are good for you (and better than bottling sadness up inside).
I think this acceptance of tears gets through. Every week, in individual and group therapy, I see people crying in the presence of others. To me, they seem to heal with each tear that’s shed, witnessed, and supported.
Yesterday, I shed tears — and felt healed — when I listened to songs about our shared mortality, from Sting’s The Last Ship:
Here are some photos from yesterday, which I hope are healing:
This post is dedicated to all those who have shed tears on September 11 (or any other day of the year). May you continue to heal, in peace.