Mood Congruency Theory.

My senior year of High School I took an AP Psychology class to get ahead on the psych degree I was going to pursue in college. I learned so many interesting things that I still remember to this day. One of the most prevalent things was the mood congruency theory. Essentially all it means is that when you have a happy thought, your brains continues to pull up happy memories or memories that gave you a similar feeling as to what you just felt. The same theory also applies to sadness. I've been living proof of this theory a lot lately. It seems like whenever something bad happens that makes me angry, upset, or sad, the next thought that pops into my head is that my Dad is gone. It's the strangest thing.
I've felt like such a monster lately because I didn't completely fall apart when Dad passed away. I thought that I would be paralyzed with emotion and in a constant daze. I didn't think I'd be able to eat or smile for days. But none of that happened. I was obviously upset and cried when I first found out but the crying didn't last long. I went into a small daze, only for a short while. I think I was just in shock. I mean, I knew Dad was sick. Hell, I knew he was dying, but I didn't want to accept it. I guess my emotions are just as torn as my acceptance and knowledge of what was going on. I think sometimes my brain blocks out the reality of what happened and zeros in on how life still goes on. It sounds crass, I know, but I can't help it. I wish I could change it, and that I could cry and cry and stop feeling like a monster. There were a few times that I was talking to someone  and I almost felt like I was faking what happened. Or, at least I felt like they might think I was faking it, and doing a horrible job of it. I just didn't cry a whole lot. I was very matter of fact about things. I said things like, "I'm just really glad he wasn't in pain." Or, "I'm just thankful that we knew it was coming so we could spend time with him and say our good byes and tell him we love him. So many people don't get to do that." And I meant those things, but who says that so calmly and so emotionally void?
I hated it. I still do. In fact, I feel such a wave of relief when I cry in front of people. Sometimes, I feel like my whole goal for the day is to break down, so I can finally grieve and cope. When I do cry it's only for a few minutes and then I am numb and hate myself for not crying more.
One person told me that months after their father had passed that they were making their bed and it hit them. They would never see their father again. I can totally identify with that. And it gives me comfort to know that it took months to hit her. I mean, I know I'll never see him again but life is just so surreal right now. I can't wrap my mind around it. Maybe it will hit me when thanksgiving rolls around and we won't have a fried turkey. Or on Christmas, when he's not there. Or even his birthday, which will feel so empty. I don't know when it will hit me, but I welcome it. I long for the day when it hits me so hard the wind gets knocked out of me.