This week’s therapy session forced me to look at how I manage—or rather, restrict—my emotions. I’ve realized that I habitually cap both ends of the emotional scale, preventing myself from feeling too happy or too low in an effort to keep the peace and avoid being a burden to others. But holding it back turns those emotions into a champagne bottle waiting to pop.
My therapist introduced the concept of taking the bricks down bit by bit through dedicated reflection, rather than letting the pressure build until it takes a baseball bat to the wall. While I didn't manage to complete my homework of allocating daily time to just sit and feel this past week, there are no slaps on the wrist here. This episode is my commitment to a new morning routine: sitting with my tea, letting my mind wander, and giving myself permission to simply feel. It’s a slow step toward being okay with my thoughts, okay with my feelings, and ultimately, comfortable with who I am.