Why Do We Cry When We're Happy?
Sad tears. Frustrated tears. Stressed tears. But happy tears?
I got married to the love of my life on August 10—who I, of course, met in a neuroscience lab a few years ago.
Something inexplicable has been plaguing me the past few months, though.
Getting married, including the months of stressful planning and nightmares leading up to the big day, was the happiest time of my life.
I reveled in choosing dresses and shoes, booking vendors, and constructing centerpieces. I saw my family and friends a lot over the past few months. And, after all, I was celebrating one of the purest and most joyful things that can be celebrated in this crazy, mixed-up world: love.
But, for some reason, I found myself crying a lot more. Not out of sadness or frustration or hopelessness, though.
I mean, I couldn't even keep it together while walking down the aisle—something every girl, growing up, likes to daydream about...right? (See pathetic photo.)