I’ve never been comfortable with emotions. Not my own and not those of others. Two degrees in mental health apparently weren’t enough to teach me that.
Emotions don’t make sense. They don’t do what we tell them to. They paralyze us and keep us from doing what needs to be done. They draw us toward people who will hurt us, and drive us from those who would be there for us. They cause us pain when nothing is wrong, and inflict pleasure as we harm ourselves. We feel depressed or irritated or anxious or disinterested, or even happy and excited, at the most inconvenient times. We feel multiple or conflicting emotions all at once, doing battle with each other and creating mental friction.
Emotions can’t be reasoned with. They won’t submit to logic. To a rational-minded person, this is maddening. We can have everything laid out…
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