This is how you know you’re repressing your emotions

I recently read an article by one of my favorite Thought Catalog writers, Heidi Priebe. Interestingly enough, I had not realized what the type of person I am is exactly what she laid out below.

In the marathon to get to that better life for myself, I’ve shifted the focus from really reflecting on my feelings to keeping busy, taking care of others, and putting a positive “spin” on how I’m really doing.

The result? I end up crying out of nowhere. I can watch a TV show, and in a random matter of seconds, I’ll want to scream and tears will pour out. I can talk to a friend, then need to step away because I can feel these repressed feelings erupt like volcano.

Though Heidi’s article doesn’t tell us how to get better, she has perfectly laid out the different ways we are repressing our emotions so we can address these habits.

My biggest takeaways for my own emotional anarchy?

  1. Admit my problems are there, tap my fingers on the keyboard and start spilling the feelings on the pages.
  2. Let the winds guide me instead of controlling every event by trying to plan them so far ahead
  3. Ask and I shall receive. I can take care of others, but open the doors to let my family and friends in and take care of me from time to time.

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And then I lied to myself, just as I always did

I’d lie to myself the same way I’d lie to my friends.

To make them feel better during their moments of suffering. I couldn’t assuage their grief, but I could inspire courage in them to move on…

Help them ease the pain clouding their every detrimental feelings.

So I lied to myself like I had lied to them-

“It will be better, you are strong enough to withstand this”

Even though I knew very well, it doesn’t get better. It will get worse. There will come a time where I will cry longer and harder than I have now, and that’s okay. Because I would rather be hurt, cry, and eventually move on, than live through anymore toxic days without a modicum of change.

..and I’ll keep lying to myself, till things actually get better.

The phrase, “Fake it till you make it” never felt truer.

 

Rain came, then Hurricane

An excerpt I had jotted down a couple years back..

I’ve had no motivation to write.

Sorry

It started to hurt so I used words as remedy,

Then the pain just went away…the grip I had on my pen loosened.

All my tears had dried.

Rain came, then hurricane.

I finally woke up and understood that happiness doesn’t come with others- it starts with the self.

I’ve said this before but writing has really become a great channel to alleviate any kind of pain you’re going through. Though time heals most wounds is the usual manta, I find that spilling words onto pages can bring this sense of lightness into your soul. It helps you pour your feels out and creates this realm of where you can keep it to yourself or share it with others without verbally needing to speak of it. Sure, there are moments I find tears welling but for the most part, it’s become much easier to translate my pain into the written word than the spoken suffering. Your throat tightens, your eyes get hot, and your chest starts to implode with fear you’ll start crying again. When that happens, remember to write: write about something happy- describe it in the most colorful of words or write about your pain in order to sort out why you are upset. Leave the anger there, and realize you’ll never get the next 60 seconds back, so would you rather spend it angry or happy?