This has got be the hardest thing having been raised in a home of chaos. I ask my granddaughter what she is feeling and help her with words in an informal manner. Not for just negative emotions but happy ones, too. She will be able to communicate that later on. (Did it for my daughter, too).
As a child, I knew when people were angry with me and when I was afraid. That was it. Honestly.
Today I was angry at Walmart because John said I could find what I needed. I couldn’t. I took a moment and thought “Why am I angry?” Hum, it’s 5:00 p.m. No protein to speak of yet, oh, dang I’m hungry. Identifying hunger is hard for me much less attaching to an emotion or behavior to it. Winner, winner chicken dinner!
Mark another day for joyful healing, freedom and progress!
Joyful Healing, Dogs and Quilts 