It’s that niggling worry at the back of your mind you don’t talk about. The nightmares you have about death and dying. You try to imagine what it will feel like if (when?) something really bad happens to you.
In my imagination I am lying in bed with Duckfish, asleep, in my old flat around the corner from here. It is 3am. An unusual sound wakes me. I see a familiar figure standing at the end of the bed. He is holding a gun.
I am not asking you to like, want or enjoy uncomfortable feelings. In fact, let’s get rid of the whole acceptance word altogether (here and in the self-love world as well). Let’s make room for uncomfortable feelings instead.
It’s when we get stuck in our head and what we’re thinking diminishes our experiences of the present moment that there’s a problem. Ruminating about past event or predicting future calamities can also trigger painful emotions that make us feel like shit.