Your feelings are not stupid.
It’s not stupid you’re hung up on your ex. It’s not stupid you’re mortified someone pointed out your weight gain. It’s not stupid you’re obsessed with the thought you’ll make the wrong decision if you pick this opportunity over that one.
It’s not stupid you’re still angry at that person who hurt you as a kid. It’s not stupid you feel insecure when you think about your significant other’s past relationship. It’s not stupid you’re anxious about that event you have to attend.
It’s not stupid you’re afraid of being attacked. It’s not stupid you’re wondering if you’re in the right place in life, or will ever find it at all for that matter. It’s not stupid you have doubts about religion.
It’s not stupid you’re ashamed.
Or you’re bitter.
Or you’re lonely.
Or you feel betrayed.
It might be misguided, misplaced, or unhealthy. (It also might not be.)
But it isnt stupid.
Writing your feelings off as stupid is just dragging out the pain. If you ignore your feelings, you’ll never hear what they’re trying to tell you.
Invite them in for tea or coffee or beer or Mountain Dew Pitch Black (bring it back, am I right???) and let them speak.
Let them tell you where they came from and how they got here. Let them tell you what they want deep down, why them came. Let them express themselves freely. Listen, don’t judge, let them get it all out.
They will tell you everything you need to know to send them on their way.
Because this is what feelings who are told they are real and welcomed and valid do. They spill all sorts of insight.
If you don’t let them in, they will make themselves at home in your heart and your mind because they can’t find the way out without your help.
So help them.
My feelings are not stupid.
And open that door, even if it’s just a little bit at first.