Not venting as venting

I did some personal writing earlier in the day, when the skies inside my head were still overcast and grey. Looking back on it later, with objectivity, I see some answers. We're up to party cloudy skies. The weather, it changes all the time. You can carry an umbrella against the weather, but when the storm is a raging, you're going to get wet.

I prefer the storms outside my head.

I used to think that all the opinions I had when I was in a bad mood were the true opinions, because in my anger or sorrow I felt I was cutting through the lies we tell ourselves and seeing the truth. Today's exercise showed me a different perspective. Anger and sorrow can force you to choose a belieft and fuel it with the passion of that emotion, but it's fueled with anger or sorrow. Neither of these are very honest perspectives.