Being emotional doesn’t make you weak or sensitive. When I was growing up I used to HATE when people called me that. This isn’t to say that all of my feelings are warranted but it doesn’t make me weak. It actually makes me better.
I’m a very emotional being by design (most females are) and I wouldn’t say it’s a bad thing. Our emotions get us so bent out of shape and sometimes over little stuff. Sometimes I can’t even function correctly because of the emotional overwhelm. But the feeling doesn’t make us weak, if we deal with them properly, they can work out for our benefit.
So how do we (as emotional beings) deal with our emotions (especially the ones we don’t want)?
The biggest emotional strain is caused by the people who care about most in our lives. So, y’all know you have to forgive people right? I know it’s a process but it’s the only way to be healed (fully) from someone who’s hurt you. You can’t just push all those feelings away like they don’t bother you. You don’t want some false sense of hope. (God doesn’t bless who you pretend to be but who you are!) and you can’t enter into another friendship, relationship, career or stage of life with that same old funk pretending like it (whatever it is) didn’t bother you. You must be honest about your feelings – and that might be the hardest part.
A couple of weeks ago I had to really deal with some stuff that was chipping away at me. Of course, I was busy at work, going to classes and spending TOO much time with fam and friends (I know I was worrisome). The truth is, I was avoiding my emotions, trying to fill that void with other people. I couldn’t quite pin-point what I was feeling or why but knew I didn’t want to be alone because I would have to face it. And that’s exactly what I did.
I knew it was only going to be a matter of time before I had to be alone (my peoples kicked me out lol) and face the silence. It’s in the silence that we find out who we really are. We don’t have any telling us what or who to be. So, I let the emotions come, raw and hard. I cried, I screamed, I journaled (which was therapeutic) and finally, all that jumbled up confusion, over-the-top-ness, chaotic mess I was feeling inside started to dissipate. I immediately felt better. The emotional unrest only last two days but it felt like a lifetime. So, I had to recognize its purpose.
The week prior, I felt great. I just started a new job and began grad school. I was living in purpose on purpose and pursuing Christ like my last breath. I was happy and I knew I was right where I was meant to be. So, for my emotions to betray me that way was all out of order. I was only dysfunctional because I hadn’t truly dealt with the weight of what I was feeling and why I was feeling it. But let me tell you, that was NOT going to steal my moment. My peace. My joy. I’m a much better teacher, student, friend (person) when I’m happy. I had to come to myself and realize I was going to live through this. Honestly, sometimes emotions can make us feel like it’s the end of the world (our world) but we.live.through.this.
Friend, I don’t what kind of emotional baggage you’re running from but you owe it to yourself (and the person you’re becoming, see Contentment Kills) to deal with it. Our emotions have a proper place and sometimes they might not even be valid but you still have to deal, face it, and Live.
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