I’m getting exhausted just thinking about emotions. Confronting them has never come easy to me and it is always an Act of Congress to get me to express them. Pride, independence, and emotional immaturity (as a psychiatrist so eloquently put it) made emotions a form of kryptonite for me. Growing up in a family where we did not discuss emotionally difficult situations often crippled my ability to connect with people later in life. When my young adult relationships suffered because those people thought my lack of emotional expression meant a lack of concern in general, I sought to do something about it. I turned to writing. Purging my feelings through…