I’ve lived most of my life in my head. At an early age, if I allowed myself to feel, I mostly felt pain or hurt. I thought a lot about my feelings, but I wasn’t sure if I actually felt them. I do have rare recollections of crying jags and uncontrollable fits of laughter. I can remember times when I laughed so hard, I could not stop. I forgot what got me laughing to begin with. There have been a few days that I’ve spent in bed alternating between reading trash magazines and crying. It was hard to tell when I was DONE, but after hours I’d feel like a was DONE enough. The atmosphere would take on a sort of purity and stillness like after it rains. Though I don’t usually let myself ride the crest of a feeling until it dissolves back into the ocean of life, I’m grateful when I do. Think about a time when you felt sad or happy until the feeling went away on its own. Thank yourself for allowing the time.