"To die will be a great adventure." J.M. Barrie
I have a recurring nightmare in which I am trying to drive a speeding car along a crowded, twisty highway. I am in the backseat. I am leaning over the back of the frontseat, barely able to touch the steering wheel, with no access to the pedals at all. It seems an apt metaphor for how helpless I feel in the grip of my negative moods.
Emotions are not wrong/bad. They are what they are. Emotions come. The heart wants what it wants. We feel what we feel. We have no control over the emotions we feel. Flagellating oneself for the emotions one feels is futile. Denying the emotions one feels is futile.
Sometimes emotions that we are feeling are not only painful, they appear to take on an actively destructive role to the point that they become the enemy.
The mind, heart, and body are not only capable of eating themselves, they are capable of attacking one another