It's not for me to judge how you process any disappointment you may have experienced as a result of the narrow-minded approach to emotional health evidenced by that test. But when it comes to the emotional intelligence you evidenced by your quiz answer, you get an A+ in my book.
My psychiatrist has told me I am a "person of integrity," and I am finally beginning to believe her. I can only conquer this race by continuing to take my meds and actively doing the hard work in therapy. The ups and downs will continue, and I have to simply roll with it.
It was my third day of being a mother, and our first night home from the hospital. My husband, son and I were up at 2:00 a.m., all desperate to decode why he (the baby, not my husband) was crying so loudly and incessantly.
I randomly ducked into the Bank of America for a place to cry today and I am very happy I did. The ATM line was luckily very long so I hopped in and cried until it was my turn to use the machine (about 6 minutes). A very average, basic, no-frills, in and out place to cry.
Almost immediately after I got the news, I made it crystal clear to my family that they were not to shed a tear -- at least not with me in the room. In reflecting on these questions, three examples of when my one and only rule was broken come to mind.
You see, the thing about living a life centered around joy, passion and fulfillment is that it involves tears. It involves pain and suffering because like you, I'm human. Suffering in this life is unavoidable.
In my own experience, both professionally and personally, crying is one of the body's ways to bring itself back to balance. It is not necessarily a sign of weakness or even sadness. Infants cry to communicate with their universe. New mothers cry... a lot. And so do the rest of us.