Friday, December 20, 2013

Prison Break

I'm sitting here listening to Stevie Nicks singing Landslide. It makes me sad. That's OK. I want to feel right now. I want to feel sad. I want to feel tears falling down my face. I want to think about sad things.

It's OK to do that. It's OK to feel grief. It beats trying not to feel at all. I've done that way too long. It served me well once. It protected me for many years. But no more. My protection has become my prison.

And I need to break out.


1 comment:

J said...

That's interesting. Hmmm. Okay to feel grief...Seriously, not to be a dope, and I know this makes me sound like one, but I hadn't actually thought of it that way. Seriously. You know, I am not being tongue in cheek. I actually hadn't thought about it being okay to grieve and to feel sad. I mean if someone asked me, I would say, yes of course, but...in practice, well. I have to think this over. I guess that makes sense. We teach ourselves not to feel certain things and then...can't. Hmm. Yes, I must have heard this before, but for whatever reason I kind of get it. Doesn't mean I can swiftly apply it, but okay, baby steps.