Initially, it was a begrudging detente. But over time it has evolved into peaceful coexistence.


I am well acquainted with “that feeling when I don’t even know what the fuck I’m feeling.”

And, I suspect, most other people with a mental illness, trauma damage, and/or addiction could say the same.

Growing up, I had to ignore my feelings that got in the way of my earning an anemic and perverse form of love by achieving and performing.

As I got into my late teens, I was already emotionally stunted and trained to ignore my feelings. On top of that, my Bipolar Disorder kicked in and the feelings that came were often distorted, intense, and/or excruciating.

So I learned to numb the pain, fear, shame, rage, intense sadness, hopelessness, dejection, inferiority, and anxiety. These were the feelings that predominated and that I could no longer push aside. Nor could I endure them. Or so I thought.

For many years I masked and anesthetized all of my feelings with Alcohol, Marijuana, Porn, shop-lifting, running, food restriction, relationships, political activism (you read that right-and it is a compulsion others have had), and spending. A viscious, miserable cycle of compulsively using substances or engaging in behaviors to run from the one thing that terrified me most. Emoting.

I have been in some form of Recovery since 1993. Yet it wasn’t until 2010 that I started connecting with my feelings.

Initially, it was a begrudging detente. But over time it has evolved into peaceful coexistence.

And gradually, I am learning to love and appreciate my emotions as essential facets of being fully human and for the many invaluable purposes that they serve.

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