tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25964040.post115901859371811962..comments2023-09-09T08:58:16.226-05:00Comments on Deepest Darkest Thoughts: Anger, Frustration, SadnessTrueselfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04376379968984585345noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25964040.post-1159179240921011312006-09-25T05:14:00.000-05:002006-09-25T05:14:00.000-05:00Actually, I think so, too.There is something kind ...Actually, I think so, too.<BR/><BR/>There is something kind of rushed about the whole story as told so far. Like you are stuck in some kind of trap and desperate to get out, constantly trying to find a new exit. As soon as it becomes clear one exit is blocked, you bolt for another one like you are being chased by a pack of hyenas.<BR/><BR/>What are you so afraid of?<BR/><BR/>It just feels like Emilyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16960808094968837047noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25964040.post-1159041250849258402006-09-23T14:54:00.000-05:002006-09-23T14:54:00.000-05:00I think your therapist is right about allowing you...I think your therapist is right about allowing yourself to be sad. We always think we shouldn't feel what we feel. We need to be strong or brave or whatever. But when you allow yourself to just feel what you feel, THAT allows you to get over it and leave it behind. Otherwise it's just a fake happy because that thing is always lurking. <BR/><BR/>At least this has always been the case for me. . .New Girlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02522366318103050484noreply@blogger.com