I thank My Lucky Stars
Hate also Liberates.
It Rouses and Seeds me,
Restores, Grows and Feeds Me
From the cramped and claustrophobically small person I can reduce to
Back To Majestically Stand Majestically Again,
It may be effective for some, but I think it’s a load of crap!
At least the way the FATHER of CBT [Albert Ellis, the old perv] describes it:
By changing what you CHOOSE to THINK, How You FEEL will naturally change in direct proportion. Think Happy Thoughts and You’ll Feel Happy!
See why I think it’s a load of bullshit?!
I don’t know about YOU, but I’ve never been IN CONTROL of what I think and feel!
In fact, I’d say the REVERSE is what THINKS and FEELS more like Truth, at least deep within MY heartmind!
TODAY! Again, 0 promises about ANYTHING >= 5 minutes from now.
Good thing I don’t have a Cognitive-Behavioral Therapy Appointment I have to run off to, because I’d definitely have to SKIP IT…
Straight into the Garbage Can!
Along with my all my other Discarded Old Lovers!
Where they belong❣️
P.S. I don’t intend to STOP documenting This Incipient Madness until I’ve fulfilled ANY and ALL claims of INSANITY‼️
So long as long as they’re submitted within the next 5 minutes. After that, all Whiffs of Craziness must depart; I don’t want them around if/when Sanity comes back.
I’d rather feel everything — joy, happiness, fear, sadness, grief — too intensely than feel nothing at all.
We use the term “brain-dead” with relative ease, but few talk of being “heart-dead.” In my dictionary, heart dead is synonymous for emotionally flat; an inability to feel.
While I realize it might be easier for others to live that way:
For me, emotional numbness is a grasping, ferociously tentacled black hole of Nothingness, threatening the perfect equilibrium I’ve cultivated within the galaxy of My Heart.
Good for you.
I prefer my heart beating, too. ❤️
[Photo @coolmilo. Thanks!)
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