Bottle It Up

I always felt that, when heartbroken or upset or stressed or depressed or anything like that, I never felt like I was broken. I always felt like my well of emotions would overflow, and my heart was a sponge that always tried to absorb too much of it. To bottle it up was a saying that I imagined I’d take all the watery negative emotions and mentally shove them in a glass bottle with a cork, that would eventually shatter under pressure. about 80% of the time now I’ve learned not to let it be bottled, but sometimes I let that 20% get away and just sit and let the negative emotions pour out of me, because I don’t want to bottle it up, but I revert to my old ways and do it without thinking. 

This is kind of a literal take on it. My emotions have always been in a well, so negative emotions I always imagine being inky, murky gross water that stinks and is cold and unpleasant all around, but if I let it pour out instead of putting it in a jar that’ll later shatter, i’ll be better in the end.