I am a Rock but erosion is taking place.
*steps in gives a big hug from behind, gently, holds a few seconds and lets go stepping back*
Take it from another rock, we can only reach the shore if we let go. I recently went into a small classroom at a school. It is a classroom designated for a social worker, a Registered Play Therapist. Her outside window had that window painting it reading in big, bright, bold letters with sun coming through, "You Are Loved!"
The room was tidied up yet still had a sense of clutter with loads of toys, stuffed critters, all of it bright. There were very lovely expressions posted on the walls, affirmations. I sat a minute, wound up breaking down in tears. I had only come in to take out the trash in the small bin.
There I sat, big six foot tall woolly beast. Could not stop well, literally weeping. That night me and wife were vegging out on our bed, looking at telly. My body started spasms, arms, legs all twitching, jerking this or that way on their own accord. Mentioned it to her and she chuckled.
"You're relaxing, you're body is feeling good huh?"
"Um, I'm scared."
"No, honey just let it be. Watch your tv and lay there," she said drawing up with her head on my chest. I don't relax, not like that.
Well, you know, ... yeah. We got to let go, hon. Then we can keep swimming. No shame among friends. Remember, "you are loved."