I have this little guilty pleasure , I like to refer to emotions as cakes. Kinda sounds more fun, doesn't it?
So let´s call our sadness a cake too, deary.
If it would be a cake, it would probably be pretty grey, moulted and slightly stinky, having a smell of rejection, failure, fear and the general feeling of feeling low and being the devastation of the whole Universe. Kaboom!
That would be the cake that majority of people would be afraid to get in their purchased box, especially when they order a fresh one. And obviously, everyone wants a fresh cake!
Sadly, we have lots of sadness cakes floating around in our world.
The question is “How the heck we actually get it, if we do not even want it?”After all, we ordered a fresh one, so how could we get the stinky mouldy one?
Well... there is one place that cake always comes from - the factory called “FEELING NOT BEING ENOUGH”.
We are afraid to be rejected, because someone rejected us before and we stored these memories as uncomfortable emotions in our head.
We are afraid to fail, because we failed and surrounding people, maybe even our beloved one told us:
“whatever happened - do not fail”,
“failing is for losers”,
“only unprepared people fail”,
“well, you obviously do not have what it takes”,
“it is just not for you”.
And at that specific moment, it truly hurt us.
Somehow we got attached to these emotions, packing them in the backpack and taking it with us in every possible daily trip.
In other words, that backpack has become, who we truly are. Because we like turning every experience into our identity for the sanity of logic....without any logic.
So what is the only way to deal with it?
The only way to deal with it is to find the true source of it.
You need to constantly brainstorm what kind of accidents brought you these feelings.
Sometimes the memories flow straight away to the specific events. Sometimes, you need to dig much deeper. And sometimes they are stored and blocked by many chocolate walls, marsmallow mountains and fudge lakes.