I remember the times of which I never used to care. I didn’t cry when people hurt me. I didn’t let anyone in enough to hurt me properly in the first place.

I never truly connected with any of my emotions. Always looked past them as if they were childish and unnecessary.

Nobody can hurt you unless you let them.

The way my mother and father both view emotions.

When I cried rather than sympathising, I was always told to forget and move on. Because in their eyes, emotions are pointless. The more you think about the issues you go through the more confused you become – You rarely reach a valuable conclusion so why bother.

I used to hate my lack of ability to let people in.

I used to believe I was cold hearted and would never be able to connect with people.

My wall was broken down.

I showed how much I care.

I showed how much I was hurt.

I let the tears fall.

And to this day, I can’t help but think maybe my parents were right.