I firmly believe everyone should record at least one ugly crying video during a personal crisis.
Let me be clear:
This is not for posting.
This is not for content.
This is not a “soft sad aesthetic with perfect lighting and a single tear.”
No. This is a full-blown, unfiltered, windshield-in-the-background, mascara-smudged, mouth-contorted, breathing-like-you-just-ran-a-marathon cry.
And the funniest part?
The setup.
Because in the middle of your emotional collapse, you still somehow think, “Let me prop my phone up real quick.”You’re adjusting angles, checking lighting, making sure your phone doesn’t fall, like, priorities. You’re in shambles, but still directing your own low-budget documentary.
I recorded one of these a while back. Totally forgot about it.
Fast forward to today: I’m cleaning up my phone, deleting old videos, feeling productive… and BAM.
There she is.
Me.
In my car.
Crying like an absolute idiot.
About being lonely.
I almost dropped my phone laughing.
First of all, there is nothing cute about crying. Anyone who says “crying can be beautiful” has never seen themselves mid-sob with their face doing things it has no business doing. My face looked like it was trying to escape my skull.
Second of all, the DRAMA.
I was watching it thinking, “Girl… if I could reach through this phone and slap you, I would.” The things I was crying over? The people? The situations? The absolute bare minimum I was begging for?
Embarrassing.
Historic levels of embarrassing.
What makes it even better is that now I’m out here writing blogs about how I can’t stand needy people. Meanwhile, past me was like, “Please love me” in surround sound. The irony is loud.
But here’s the thing: watching that video did something unexpected.
It reminded me that:
- Emotions are temporary. What feels like the end of the world today becomes comedy later.
- Growth is real. You don’t notice it while it’s happening, but playback does not lie.
- Humor is healing. Because honestly? That video deserves background music. Maybe a sad violin. Maybe something dramatic. Maybe a full voiceover just roasting myself.
I mean, journaling about my feelings is one thing. Writing about my wall? Fine. But physically watching myself cry like a jerk?
Top-tier comedy.
Five stars.
Highly recommend.
So no, don’t post it. Don’t share it. Don’t send it to friends.
Record it for you.
Because one day, future you is going to stumble across it, laugh until you snort, shake your head, and think, “Wow. Look at me now.”
And honestly?
That alone makes it worth pressing record. 😌
Affirmation Of Visions 