This week I tried something different. I have been owning my feelings, sitting with them...feeling them. It is INCREDIBLY hard. I don't want to hurt. I don't want to feel anxious, like I'm about to crawl my way out of my skin. I don't want to be sad. I have always been very emotional. When my kids hurt, I feel it. I cry at movies, performances, concerts and commercials. I stop breathing during intense movies .
I started this because of the show Hoarders
Same goes for a number of people on the show...those who are avoiding feeling fill the void by shopping and acquiring things...these "things" serve as a wall, both physically and emotionally. One of the women asked a hoarder how he felt as he sorted and threw out thousands of pounds of trash. His answer...vulnerable.
I also hoard but I hoard weight. The extra pounds are my protection from perceived danger. If lose them, I'm not prepared (which is one of the worst things to be when you dread anxiety). I will be vulnerable. And I'm afraid.
To be continued in part 2 tomorrow...
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