I sometimes walk a fine line between acknowledging my feelings and lingering over them. The former can quickly turn into the latter.
Acknowledging my feelings allows me to name the complicated sensations ocuring throughout my body. The knot in my stomach. The flutter in my chest. The tension in my jaw. The downward pull of my lip. When I speak the emotions I free them from the trapped places they have taken refuge. It allows them to move into the light of day. Maybe even be validated and normalized and accepted. Let go. .
But sometimes when I name these feelings, they begin to settle. Taking root, reaching out to past memories and times in order to justify a permanent home within me. These are usually, always, the trickier emotions for me. The guilt, the fear, the grief. The ones I have carried, unknown and unrestrained, for years and years.
It is a constant exercise to not linger with the painful emotions. The ones that would be happy to keep me stuck. I remind myself often to identify and then move forward. To say hello, as own would to an acquaintance or old friend, quickly and firmly but with no real desire to chat, and then turn back towards the open arms of the ones who love me best.
As long as I am hanging out with Faith and Hope, I can usually tolerate any other emotions that stop by.
173/365 #movingforward #DNRS #neuroplasticity #healingjourney