I went on a strike against myself the past week or so. I refused to acknowledge the sadness, guilt, bitterness and joy that came my way. I denied them to myself. “Ha! I won’t even write and process feelings”, I told myself last weekend. I was swimming with emotions and I didn’t want them. It seemed like I was addicted with feelings so I told myself this is like going to rehab. I am better than all these feelings, I thought.
Ooh. She's a rebel.
Ooh. She's a rebel.
Ooh. She's a rebel.
I went on a strike against myself the past week or so. I refused to acknowledge the sadness, guilt, bitterness and joy that came my way. I denied them to myself. “Ha! I won’t even write and process feelings”, I told myself last weekend. I was swimming with emotions and I didn’t want them. It seemed like I was addicted with feelings so I told myself this is like going to rehab. I am better than all these feelings, I thought.