… Is that I need to let go of my emotions. For so long I kept them to myself thinking they would be shunned or I would be told how to feel. I alienated my friends. I became emotionally distant. I used to think that I didn’t talk about my emotions because I only felt the raw pain of them for such short bursts that, when that burst was gone, my emotions went with it.
I have repressed my emotions, my anger and my sorrow, the feeling of burning and betrayal. Now, I am sick of them leaking out and hurting all but the few that deserve it. But further, what I have learned that even those who create these feelings in me don’t deserve them. The satisfaction of reaction is too great. For these people I do not hate them, worse, I have no respect for them. I have no reason to acknowledge them and therefore the emotions attached to them have no purpose to me. This is my reason for letting go because, funnily enough, I am the happiest I have been in a very long time.
The most tired,
The most anxious,
but the happiest.