Validation of Feelings

Mama, my face feels hot.

My heart’s racing & my head’s hurt,

I feel like I’m about to explode.

That is anger that you feel, my child.

And it is okay to be angry.

Mama, my heart is heavy.

I don’t feel so good right now,

I feel like I’m about to break down.

That is sadness that you feel, my child.

And it is okay to be sad.

Mama, I’m overwhelmed.

I feel like my head is all over the place

and my thoughts is such a big mess.

That is worry that you feel, my child.

And it is okay to be worried.

Mama, I feel really good.

Like my heart is about to jump out of my body,

I’m unable to contain my feelings.

That is joy that you feel, my child.

And it is okay to feel joy.

Be it joy, sadness, happiness,

anger, or even worry.

All emotions are as important

as they could ever be 🤍

Ananda Khaira Azizah,

Pekanbaru, 5 Desember 2023.

Hari Selasa, pukul 11 malam.

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