Sannah, if that question was directed to me (it could have been directed at another poster), then I'd have to say yes. When I shared these emotions in therapy, they became MINE. Part of ME. Who I am. Whereas before, I would never, ever have defined myself, even in part, as an angry person. Some of these feelings are so devastating that I can't just take them out and park them in the sunlight, as with anger. Desolation is something I can peep at now and then, but some part of me feels that if I were to fully "own" the desolation I'd just die. I know where it lives, I know how to peek at it, but I just can't have it out all the time. It's just too awful. Take care.