#EmotionalIntelligence

Here are some photos that I can share with you guys that shows how I control my emotions and my relationships with other people.

I feel lost at times and at other times I feel like I have conquered the world. The laughter is not in my control at times and the tears in my eyes can't be held at other times. I want to know how to overcome it when I'm sad, but when my lips are busy laughing and screaming in happiness, then I can't find any problem with me. I try to find a solution sometimes, so I don't need to be sad. However, with deep thinking I get to know the life recipe is incomplete without sadness. Sadness, as happiness is, is a natural part of life. Whether I like it or not, I will have to taste every flavor of life as a human being. And if anyone tries to escape any flavor, with his favorite one happiness, he won't be rewarded.

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As the oldest child, I am more likely to have the authority over younger siblings, so sometimes, I tend to be bossy and want things to be done my way. Then, that’s the start of our sibling wars. I easily got pissed off when my orders were not done, and I always scolded them to finish it quickly. Sometimes, we rationally debate a solution to our conflict or scream and fight until someone gives in. However, I realized that I shouldn’t be this impulsive when it comes to my little brothers because it affects our relationships in a bad way, also, there is a possibility that they would imitate my wrongdoings when they grow up. I still think that the feeling importance and necessary to my siblings is the best feeling in the world. I hope that never changes, because they will always be my little brothers who need protection and guidance.

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I have always considered myself to be a little crybaby, frequently and privately triggered and sometimes for hardly any reason at all. I have always considered myself to be a strong person, stable and resilient and able to work through challenging situations. I found it difficult to reconcile that part of myself with my overwhelming sensitivity, and I wondered about the exact nature of things that could push me over the edge. I always managed to "place my face on". Most of them know what it's like: to pretend to be happy. Smiling when you cry inside. Never seem like you've got a care in the world. But there came a point where it was all too exhausting, and I couldn't continue the charade anymore.