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Love/ Acknowledge, Accept, & Express your Feelings

Our feelings are primarily there to guide us, and learning to acknowledge, accept, and express them can be truly beneficial for everyone.

When we Acknowledge that we are having “feelings”, it’s good, showing us that we are aware of them. Feelings are neither good or bad, they are simply part of who we are. Sometimes feelings can be very helpful, by showing us what’s important, and what makes us happy, sad, or angry.

If we can Accept our feelings, feel them, sit with them, we can gain more understanding from them. We may have little power over feelings when they arise, but we can choose what to do about them. This is our responsibility & decision.

Imagine our feelings as “visitors”, that come to stay with us for a little while, revealing things we may need to know. This is natural & can be helpful, it’s when the feelings decide they want to “stay in our system” for awhile, that can be harmful. It’s up to us to accept & acknowledge them, then let them go. This may mean sitting with them for awhile, until we can realize why they came to us. They come to visit for a reason & many times won’t leave until they are validated, acknowledged, and released.

Imagine them packing up, and getting out!!

Once we Express our feelings, then we can let them go. Holding on to our feelings, pushing them away, or stuffing them down only keeps them trapped within our bodies. Sooner or later those unreleased & unexpressed feelings will come out, or stay within us .

Expressing feelings in a safe place, with safe people is key, and good practice. Learning to honor & feel them will put us on the road to healing & recovery, and that makes life better for everyone.

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