Regulating your emotions is sooooo goated. Only thing that sucks about it is you learn to stfu. I never want to stfu. I want to yap. I was born to yap. But sometimes you have to shut up out of respect for yourself. Crazy work.
Being familiar enough with your inner voice to recognize patterns of speech and at which emotions they arise so you can best manage your reaction. For example, I’ve for whatever reason switched from saying ‘shut the fuck up cuntlicker’ to ‘fuck you and fuck your mom’ when I have a thought that makes me feel bad and I know to fogetaboudit. It’s like noting in meditation and I’ve recognized the patterns in my language to know that whenever these phrases cross my mind throughout the day to move on from the thought I was having, to let it lie unstirred, and I can carry on with peace of mind after a minor subconscious interruption. I think the abrasiveness may also really help stop a thought in its tracks.
Talking to my therapist, it is nice to learn anger is a useful emotion! Being mad is sometimes very justified, it doesn’t mean you are aggressive or scary, but there’s a lot to be mad about!!!!
I’m realizing we’re entering the second week of February. Every time I saw someone complaining about how long January was and how many lifetimes they experienced within that single month, a part of me was really annoyed. This current pace of February is likely how the remainder of the year will be, and before you know it we’re complaining about the upcoming January. Ground your feet and enjoy your days as they come. Oh and thank you to the month of January, I will try to match that pace until we meet again.