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  • I wear my heart on my sleeve. I try too hard. I'm passive aggressive. And I cry at the drop of a hat.

    When I was informed of a painful piece of news about a family member, I shoved the shards of my heart deep inside to be strong for that person. So as to not mar any of the moments that we share together.

    But it was just a matter of time before those unshed tears bubbled back to the surface.

    Although I am good at my work, I'm being bullied there because I'm not a competitive or an aggressive person. When they lashed out at me last night, it was almost more than I could bear. And despite my pain and humiliation, all I could think about was my loved one. How much they have endured and have yet to endure. The tears filled me. But I didn't let them spill. Not even one.

    When I do allow those tears to fall, they will come at my choice. For all my faults, cry baby that I am, I know how to be strong when the call comes. That being who I am is nothing to be ashamed about or ever a reason for bullying. I won't give them the satisfaction of seeing me cry. Those tears are sacred and special.

    Tears reflect my love and gratitude for being alive.
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