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Where Emotions are Felt in the Body
I flipped the page over to look at the chart with the human body printed on the center. There were different colors representing each emotion & where it's felt the most inside us.
Happiness was all over.
Fear was in the upper half.
Sadness was in the chest & head.
Anger was almost all over except for the center of the body.
That's interesting. Who comes up with this shit?
".. so that's why I'm here. Not cus I wanna be. I mean who really wants to be here? I don't think any of us are here by choice." She picked up her court ordered sheet & waved it at all of us.
"Yeah.. I'm almost 99 percent sure we all got one of these sheets with us today. I dont really believe these meetings help."
She turned to the sponsor and said, "Change my mind Mr Vice."
And with that she walked off to sit back in her chair, leaving the paper on the table where the sponsor was leaning up against.
"Thank you April. I hope this program can help change your mind."
Yeah, I'm that 1% that doesn't have court papers lol. I'm here on my own free will.
"Okay.. Liz, hello. I would like to welcome you to our group. I'm Mr Vice, I run this program with my wife Claire. You can share as much as you like or as little as you like. Whatever you feel comfortable sharing with us today. How about you introduce yourself to the group. You are welcome to come up here or stay at your desk. Its up to you."
Guess it's my turn now. That was a hard act to follow cus she had all of us on the edge of our seats with her story.
I stood up & introduced myself to everyone. I wasnt sure how much I was gonna share.
I wanted to keep it short.
But yall know I can never manage to do that. Once I started, I couldnt stop. It just kept pouring out. I don't even know how long I was ranting for.
But I was at it for a good while..
All the girls were listening intently. Their facial expressions said everything they were thinking as I went on listing all the reasons why I couldn't stand the smell of oranges.. or how sick I felt at the idea of cooking any kind of pasta. And I love pasta but i can't enjoy it anymore.
They understood exactly what the problem was before I even explained why those things were triggering.
Once I got to the actual story behind it. They were looking like they wanted to murder the villain in my story. Which currently is that man everyone told me to stay away from but I didn't listen cus im a dumb bitch.
"I've been thinking alot about the last words I said to him..
....& that shit pisses me off."
"Why?"
Mr Vice had alot nerve asking me why..
"Why?? You're seriously asking why?"
I thought I just explained it was he not paying attention?
"Yeah.. why? What did you say to him that gets you so upset when you think back on it now?"
I thought we werent supposed to ask questions. But maybe he was trying to understand the situation alittle better.
Okay.. I looked down at my hands and gave myself a second. I hate thinking about it. But it's been impossible to get it out of my head.
"I asked him if he was serious.. and why he was doing this. He didn't give me a reason."
