Back when I felt I had reason to avoid experiencing emotion (too much pain), I never much engaged in rationalization. I guess it just wasn't my natural preference. I tended toward depersonalization, and later, drugs.
These days, I've come to accept how I feel, and I value the experience of being one with both my joys and my sorrows. The ability to be present with and vulnerable to my own suffering is a gift that I have no words to describe.
Part of learning (for me) about what it is To Love was learning to accept my own person, with neither judgement or condition. Part of that acceptance is the awareness of, and respect for, my emotional experience.
My emotions are a blessing to my being, and I receive them with open arms. Yea, pain is exactly that, but at the same time, being open to it also means I am able to experience unbridled joy, pleasure, and wonder.
I wouldn't trade that for the world.
bless