Even The Bad
As I am trying to face and accept my own feelings, I realize that I am simply dismissing some of them because I just don’t like them. Which means they don’t even have a chance. They will just remain in the steaming pool of lava that feels like the bottom of my angry self.
I imagine I will somehow find the courage to face these feelings even though I don’t like them. Or I am afraid of them… The condemnation, the fear. The belief that I am a complete fraud and not worth another person’s effort to be nice to me.