Feelings

 I used to think that healing from being sexually abused meant no longer feeling emotional when the subject came up. I thought being able to feel like nothing triggered me meant that I was over it. I thought it was better to feel nothing than to feel sad. But the thought occurred to me recently, that when I tell people about what happened… they usually have some form of an emotional response. Whether it shows on their face while I’m talking to them about it or not, gears are turning in their head, thoughts are forming, and emotions register like sadness, grief, anger, maybe even confusion, guilt or worry. And those things happen even if they have never experienced anything akin to my trials themselves. Those feelings come even if they have nothing to heal from in regards to the subject. The feelings themselves aren’t indicative of healing or not. The feelings are part of the human condition. Part of being empathetic. Part of loving one another. Part of putting yourself in another person’s shoes and realizing what it would be like for you to walk in them. And not many people would recommend to the person listening to the story, that they distance themselves so far from things that they no longer feel emotion. You can’t get wrapped up in it. But losing your ability to feel those things isn’t good either. And me feeling those same things when I think back on my life doesn’t mean I haven’t healed from them. It just means I’m human. And that is okay and it is good.

Feelings are never innately bad. Feeling sad is not bad. Feeling anger is not bad. And feeling happy is not the only good emotion out there. I guess it’s another one of those lessons in “moderation in all things.” But we just can’t get lost in those feelings, any of them. Or give away our self control while we feel them. I have never felt more lost than when I felt completely disconnected from my feelings. I think at this point that I would rather feel depressed than feel nothing. Because to feel depressed is still to feel human. Feeling nothing was just empty. 

I recently completed a training on protecting children from abuse. And it has been updated since the last time I’d taken it. Honestly the new version was mildly triggering. But I suppose it made me feel compassion. It made me feel protective. It made me feel hopeful for the future. It made me sad these trainings are necessary. It made me feel a shared bond with the scared, ashamed, and sad faces depicted. It made me realize that while bad things happen, and those that make them happen will be held responsible… there will always be people who can love you. Even if you haven’t found them yet. 

And all the feelings hold a place in teaching us in this life. We can hold every emotion in our hands and hearts when it’s their turn. But when it’s time to put them down, we need to learn to put them back on the shelf, and not throw them away, because they are just as important as the emotions that we like. And it’s okay to come back to them. It’s okay to share them. It’s okay to cling to them for a while. As long as we don’t hold on so tight we forget how to feel the other things.