What point in your life did you feel like your body wasn't physically capable of containing your feelings?

For me it happened this past year. After a year with 3 deaths, a friend attempting suicide, and a great deal of struggle, I all of a sudden was faced with the most painful heartbreak I’ve ever experienced. I’ve been so very strong all my life, but for the first time I had enough, reached my breaking point and proceeded to melt down.

Right now. College. Got my heart broken, trying to figure out “who I am”, trying to decide what i’m going to do after graduation. I am likely to spontaneously combust.

For me, it was probably when my father started to rapidly deteriorate from cancer and up until the point he died. It was a very difficult time in my life where I struggled to control my emotions, I cried a lot, I was mad at everyone and everything for a while, and I couldn’t seem to find any happiness anywhere.

When I found out I had cancer (Leukemia). Not at first, because I was numb. I couldn’t hear what he was saying, after he said what I had – that’s why you need someone with you! It was like the air was sucked out of the room.

Later, at home – looking at my children. At the time, one in middle school and one in preschool. I lost it. I went to the bedroom, screamed in my pillow, cried and was physically ill, as well. I don’t know how long it lasted, but this fear that penetrated every fiber of my being, was so overwhelming that I could not contain the emotions. I had to let them out.

I know my husband eventually came in, helped me calm down and got me into the shower. When I fell asleep, I was still in my robe. I woke up the next morning to my family. We were all there, alive and together. That’s how I plan to keep things.

I was 6. I’d broken a glass pane in the dining room cabinet that held the good china by throwing a small ball around. My aunt had a fit about it. She hit me with her bare hands and then she sat on me. She was about 190 lbs at the time. I was only 40 lbs and out of my head with terror. I dissociated and blanked out as I had no other way to defend myself.

Another time, at 24, I was a hostess at a restaurant. A woman had come in with a fellow and asked to be seated. Every table I showed her, though, had some sort of flaw she couldn’t possibly overlook, and she screamed at me in front of the whole restaurant about how incompetent I was that I couldn’t find her a proper place to sit. Her companion said nothing and let her go off on me. I literally saw the room fade to white before my eyes. It was like I left my body when I said excuse me, got my manager to see to her and walked out for an hour. I don’t know how I found him as I couldn’t see. I didn’t get fired, either. He must have seen something in my face.

When I told my wife I had cheated on her.. seeing her pain.. waking up and realizing how badly I had hurt someone that I loved so much… my body could scarcely contain my grief

Oh, somewhere between birth and now, yeah…

@loser— oh! I’m not a hugger, but I swear, I’d hug you right now! (then you would think I was a stalker!)

When my wife’s grandmother passed away. That was the first very worst day of my life. I cried until it felt like my eyes were going to drain right down the front of my face. I ran from the funeral home and went out behind the place and wept like a baby for a long time. The second was when her mom died. I still haven’t completely gotten over that, and probably never will.

Being with my father as he took his last breaths. At this point he was pretty much comatose. He had tears streaming down his face and as a motor-action his body was still going through the respiratory process but he wasn’t actually alive, if you know what I mean. I was holding his hand, kissing it and holding it- trying to convey any strength I had in my body to him to keep him from leaving me. But minutes later, his chest stopped going up and down. His mouth stopped opening and closing.

I bit my lips so hard at that moment and could feel my body beginning to shake. I started rubbing his hand with my thumb while holding it. I brought it up to my face, and didn’t even realize I had started to cry. I began saying “no,” repeatedly and shaking my head. I leaned into him, my head on his chest, more towards his shoulder. My body was in hysterics. I had exploded. I couldn’t breathe myself. I was hyperventalating, as if crying became breathing for me. I was screaming out, a blood curdling scream. It was the ultimate sound of pain, I can still hear myself and it scares me. This went on until my mother had to pull me away.

I have never felt something like that before, experiences remotely close. But that moment in my life- nothing.

When I learned my grandmother had died, unexpectedly. She was my favorite person in the whole world, and I was completely out of my mind when I heard the news – over the phone, while at work. The entire place cleared out and my boss came running in to comfort me. Just thinking about it right now is making me teary all over again, and it’s been years and years.

Again, the night my ex-husband and I truly knew we were going to get a divorce. The pain was unbearable, and I was vomiting several times a day for two weeks afterwards.

the point that i lost someone and didnt know if i could ever get them back.

I dated this guy for awhile. I promised myself that I wouldnt get to attached but I fell in love with him. He took my virginity and then broke up with me 5 days later over a text message for his ex girlfriend. It killed me. It still hurts now. The pain was unimaginable. I never want to experience anything like that again!

When I found out that my mom had cancer & had about 3 months left. I got off the phone with her & just fell to the bedroom floor & I lost it. I cried until I was weak. And what really pisses me off is that everyone told me to be strong around her. “Don’t cry.” I heard that 100 times. Why? I was a fool for listening to that. It was like maybe she thought I didn’t care. The last time I saw her, I sat on the floor & laid my head in her lap & then I did cry. Being my mom, she just smoothed my hair & we didn’t say a word. We didn’t need to. I regret to this day that I didn’t just tell everyone to shut up & let me handle it the way I wanted to.

too many to say…. at least once a month….

generally they involve anger