I rarely dealt with or named my emotions—at least not the “negative” ones. They had to be killed, banished, ignored, and stuffed. I learned this from both Christian circles (like the counselor above) and my own fears. I didn’t want others to see my emotions.
There have been different views by Bible-believing Christians on what happens to our souls after we die. The majority view of Christians—I think for good reason—is that we’re conscious. “To be absent from the body is to be present with the Lord,” the apostle Paul tells us in 2 Corinthians five.
One slip-up, one off day, one unit of math that I didn’t understand, one week of missed school, one week of slacking off and—Boom!—my college dreams would explode into a million pieces of shattered glass.