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Thoughts, Emotions, and Feelings. who controls who

Thoughts, Emotions, and Feelings. who controls who?

I am not who you think I am; I am not who I think I am; I am who I think you think I am.  Charls Horton cooley What is it about thoughts, feelings, and emotions that make us in constant  war within ourselves? Even if  you want to make sense out of them you need to use one of them, and that, and that by itself creates more confusion tnan ever before you start to decipher the complex web of the inner SELF. How can you make sense out of something that doesn't make sense? Even more, how do you make sense? Well, the way I see it is, if for some strange reason (only you can comprehend), anything you perceive does  makes sense to you it doesn't necessarily have tome sense to anyone else . The relationship between thoughts, emotions, and feelings is complex and interconnected, with each influencing the others in various ways. Here’s a brief overview of how they interact and which might control which: 1. **Thoughts**: These are the cognitive processes that involve reasoning, analysis, a
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