Emotions are never wrong. You feel what you feel. There's no arguing with it.
But emotions aren't always true.
Those two lines look like they contradict each other. They don't. And holding both at once is the most useful thing I've figured out about my own head.
When something hits hard — anger, shame, the absolute certainty that I've ruined something — the feeling is real. It's there. I don't have to fight it, justify it, or decide I shouldn't be having it. It's allowed to exist.
But real isn't the same as true. The feeling isn't evidence. It isn't a verdict on me, or on anyone else. It showed up, it feels enormous, and it will leave.
So I notice it. I feel it. Then I let it pass, the way you let a thought pass in meditation. You don't wrestle it. You don't chase it. You watch it go.
The trap was never feeling too much. The trap is believing the feeling.
What has yours been telling you lately?
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