how odd of me to expect myself to think, even temporarily, that I should feel happy or content all the time, that those were the only acceptable emotions to have.
I was open to being wrong, that's the only possible way I let those demons influence me.
Repressing my anger and sadness is a denial of my humanity and sanity. I am a person that feels deeply because I care and I should be allowed express it, that is a beautiful thing that I will never take for granted again.
My emotions are important teachers, I've always known this, I knew better so how could I have stopped loving my emotions?















