I have a lot of emotions in my body. Like a million at the same time. When I was younger, with a mind slightly less peaceful, I just wanted someone to put a label on it. What combination do I have; ADD, ADHD, borderline?? I just wanted to have something to lean on, something to blame “it” (me) on. I took all these tests but it just showed that I was “normal”. I’m not normal. I don’t even know if anyone feels like they are normal? Like, you can act normal, but ARE you really normal? Inside.
As I grow and become more and more secure in who I am, what I want and where I’m heading in life I love my emotions. I love that I can show so much love, that I can feel so much love. I love that stuff upsets me (sometimes not so much in the moment), because it makes me human. Being in contact with my emotions, and honest with them, it enables me to treat people the way I would like them to treat me (cliché saying, but so true). My emotions used to be more extreme. Extreme happiness. Then strait down to Satan’s dungeon of anger, sadness and all other black emotions. The contrasts have made me appreciate happiness more than you can imagine. I am so grateful for happiness. Love. So grateful. I haven’t been in the dungeon for many years, and as much as I appreciate what it taught me, I will never return. I choose happiness. <3