Leaving space for your inner monologue is not my current forte. I’m trying. But it’s only going…so so. I want to be able to hear my feelings, acknowledge them, and not assign undue weight, morality, or judgment to them. I do not want to dismiss them outright. I simply want to allow myself to think/feel whatever comes up as a response to the current situation.
I do not enjoy that there are multiple sensations at once. Nothing is ever orderly. It’s not “I’m happy, but that is followed by a bitter sweet tinge of eventual loss, and finished off with a bit of resentment” in total clarity. It’s “racing heart, clenched stomach, stupid grin, shallow breaths, internal swearing, the sickening need to scroll Instagram” laced with a generous dose of “why am I crying” and finished with “I think my blood sugar is low?”
There are things I can’t fix. But there are things I can have compassion for. And that is why I’m trying to listen. To alleviate where I can and simply accept where I cannot. I cannot change the fact that Pop is dead. But when my chest is hollow and I’m cold because I’m sad and I have the urge to binge Netflix, I can put on a sweater and sit with some memories first. I can’t change that I have depression. But I can hear the self talk that’s fueling the current malaise, acknowledge that it feels like valid criticisms, and then feed myself, sleep, and generally be kind to myself anyway.
I can feel excitement about a new friendship, terror about it possibly ending too soon, making the wrong impression, trying to stay true to myself so that I’m in for being me and not just trying to fit. I can feel disappointment and hope and also just enjoy the day for what it was. I can hear the self blame when I don’t get the feedback I wanted. But I don’t have to believe it. And I don’t have to convince myself I didn’t have a good time or that I should have done something differently.
I want to be a complex and heavy enough person to have space for all the feelings and sensations at the same time. I want to hear them without believing them. I want to understand what they’re trying to tell me even if the message is convoluted and misdirected. I want to have gentleness for the insecurity and protection for the happiness.
But so often it just feels like I’m being mown down by a cyclone and carried away by my sympathetic nervous system. Am I doing this right? Or does being an emotions whisperer really just mean I’m secure enough to let them do their own thing without me needing to be in control 100% of the time?