Why Am I the Only One Crying?

And why do people act like I’m crazy for being upset?

I fell into a deep pit of grief this past week and sent a postcard to myself to remind me how it felt.

I send postcards to myself from all my feelings. I do this daily on Facebook and Instagram—to remind myself how I felt as I regained the capacity to feel. I’ve been doing it for the past four years pretty religiously. Overcoming alexithymia more with each and every post. (Alexithymia is characterized by an impaired ability to be aware of, explicitly identify, and describe your own feelings.)

I’ve been overcoming alexithymia and rebelling against an unfeeling world at the same time. Because I like to multitask. And because the personal is global.

Healing from Alexithymia—Learning How to Feel

I taught myself to feel all the feels. And I did it in public. To document people trying to silence me and my feels just like they did the first time. (Caught ya! 😉)

Other people shaming me out of my emotions is what led me to develop alexithymia in the first place. Alexithymia led to a devastating …