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Emotions

Growing up, we were often told things like “stop crying”, “stay strong”, or “don’t overthink it”. As kids, we let our emotions flow like a river—laughing when we were happy, crying when we were hurt, and expressing frustration without hesitation. But as we step into adulthood, it’s as if the river is expected to dry up.  

 

Suddenly, there are rules—unspoken ones that tell us showing emotions is a sign of weakness, immaturity, or a lack of control. A frown at work might make us seem unprofessional. Tears in relationship might make us feel like a burden. Even sharing our struggles with friends can sometimes leave us wondering, Am I too much?

 

So, we learn to hold it in. We press our emotions into small, invisible boxes and tuck them away, convincing ourselves that “it’s fine”, even when it’s not. But emotions don’t just disappear when ignored. They sit there, stacking up like unread messages in our minds, waiting for the moment they spill over—often in ways we don’t expect. 

 

Think of it like a bottle of soda. Shake it up, keep the cap on, and eventually, it will explode. The same happens with suppressed emotions. What starts as a small irritation can turn into an outburst. What begins as silent sadness can turn into deep exhaustion. And before we know it, stress and anxiety start creeping into our bodies, showing up as headaches, fatigues, or even a constant feeling of unease. 

 

But here’s the thing—expressing emotions isn’t the problem. The real issue is how we do it. We don’t have to scream every time we’re upset or cry in every situation, but we also don’t have to pretend we don’t feel anything at all. 

 

Emotions are like waves. Some are gentle ripples, and others are towering tides, but none of them last forever. Instead of resisting them, we can learn to ride them—understanding what we feel, why we feel it, and how to express it in a way that helps rather than harms. 

 

Rather than keeping it all inside, let emotions breathe. Pause for a moment—feel, don’t fight. Let them pass through you, not bury you. Find a release—write, talk, walk, or simply sit with your thoughts. Speak from the heart, not from anger. Saying “I’m hurt” or “I’m frustrated” is not a weakness, it’s honesty. And above all, remember—feeling doesn’t make you fragile. It makes you human. 

 

For me, putting my emotions into words—just like I’m doing now—somehow makes it lighter. Writing feels like pouring out what’s been sitting heavy inside, letting it flow instead of keeping it stuck. And sometimes, a drink with my closest friends does the trick too. We talk, we let it out, and yeah, sometimes we cry together. But in those moments, it doesn’t feel like breaking down—it feels like being understood. Like emotions aren’t just mine to carry alone, but something that connects us even more. 

 

So, is it wrong to express emotions as an adult? No. The real mistake is believing we shouldn’t. Strength isn’t about having no emotions—it’s about learning to live with them, understand them, and express them in ways that bring clarity rather than chaos. Because at the end of the day, emotions aren’t the enemy. They are reminders that we are alive. 


“Emotions are proof that we’re alive, that we care, that we feel. Let them flow—but in ways that lift, not weigh us down.”

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