When I’m angry, I reveal some hidden part of who I am.
When things end, we’re sad.
Expressing the deeper, fundamental emotion creates long-lasting change.
Being angry is no less valid an emotion.
I’m not sorry for being angry. I’m apologising for not dealing with and owning my anger.
Shared times create shared memories, which creates great feelings in the present.
When I’m grateful, I can’t be upset.
Moods, thoughts, and feelings all pass eventually.
Anxiety is my own invention.
I could just say what I think, how I feel, what I see, or the thing I’m hearing. Or not.