Guilty of Gloomy

So, I've been realizing lately that sometimes I confuse emotion with the Holy Spirit. Let me backtrack a little. So, Daniel and I made the observation that we were starting to act less like friends and more like we were going out again. We got that all fixed up and what not. So, the next day, I was a mess and I had myself convinced that I had no reason to be sad. After all, it wasn't like we were going out or anything. I was sure I was feeling convicted of something and I just could not figure out what. So, after what seemed like an eternity of crying in the back office at work, I really thought and prayed about it. I also thought about what my boss had said that sometimes we think we are being convicted of something and it's our own emotion or even Satan trying to distract me. I finally realized that I had cut out all the things that I was used to with Daniel and that it really was almost like breaking up all over again. And then I realized I hadn't even mourned the first time really. I had put my own grieving on the back burner because I thought that's what everyone expected of me, when it was really only what I expected of myself.