IF it wasn’t dramatic, it DIDN’T happen..

How many times have we heard that? How many times in our lives have we heard someone say that to us? Having our feeling minimized because it is not a simple answer or because it/was something that another person isn’t has never experienced. So we get called dramatic and it negates every emotion that we have ever felt. And it is completely unfair.

I am embracing my “drama” and my being “dramatic” because I am simply going through a storm life had brewed for me a long time ago before I had a chance to decide. But now I have a chance to decide how I handle my drama and how I handle everything that life is throwing at me as of late.

I say that IF it wasn’t dramatic then it DIDN’T happen.

The definition of drama to me means feeling emotions in a time that emotions are necessary to be felt. We have to rid ourselves of this idea that being an emotional human being is frowned upon. We have to remove the idea that it is not okay for human beings to feel. That they have to just “let it go” that they have to just “leave it in the past and move on”. That is a culture that we need to work so hard to change.

I used to get called a baby all the time because I cried a lot. I would cry for being happy when I got my hair done. I would cry when I saw a puppy dog commercial. I would cry when I was happy. But most importantly I would cry when I was hurting. I would cry when I felt extreme pain. And unfortunately with my life and in my life at that time (and still at times now) I cry when I feel extreme pain. And being called dramatic for that, if that is what makes me dramatic then I say, I say that IF it wasn’t dramatic then it DIDN’T happen.

With all of my current medical conditions and the years that I have spent seeing doctors (over 30 doctors in the last 6 years) being told my condition would be ruled psychological. Being told that if I continued to see doctors for more care that I wouldn’t be taken seriously because there is nothing wrong with me I am just being dramatic. I am just being dramatic with my pain and I am a hypochondriac. I was just simply being dramatic.

I say that IF it wasn’t dramatic then it DIDN’T happen. I was dramatic, I cried a lot. I cried a whole lot of tears after years of rejection and after months of rejection from doctors. Several procedures. I was frustrated and I was being rejected time after time. No one was taking my care seriously. Not a single person was taking me seriously. I was just seen as the girl who was being dramatic and looking for attention.

So, I continued on in my dramatic ways and I kept searching for help. In any of my cases. I continued to search for help as much as I could. I continued for fight for my care. 

In the times that I was sexually assaulted and I cried, dramatic. In the times that I was upset and hurting over my birth mother not being… well.. a mother. I was called, dramatic. 

We get called dramatic for feeling. For feeling things that have been traumatic to us. We get called dramatic for things that we are allowed to feel. We get called dramatic for the things that we should be allowed to feel. We should be allowed to feel panic. We should be allowed to feel sadness. We should be able to feel happiness. We should be able to FEEL

Regardless, we should be able to feel without being called dramatic. We should be able to express ourselves without being called dramatic or without being called an attentions seeker. We should be able to feel, address what we feel, allow ourselves time to feel what we feel and then when we are ready to adequately state that we have dealt with it, we should be given the option to move on. 

I say that IF it wasn’t dramatic then it DIDN’T happen. 

So screw it. Screw them. Screw anyone who thinks that pain, emotion, mental health, tears, anger, frustration, stress is dramatic. Screw it. Screw it, and just shrug them off with a smile on your face and say… 

IF it wasn’t dramatic then it DIDN’T happen. 

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