Emotional Dumpster Diving

Lately I have had days when I felt like I had fallen into an emotional dumpster.  Or that I WAS an emotional dumpster.  With all of the baggage I have been carrying around, it's a wonder I haven't tipped over from the weight.  No, wait, I have!  and I've landed bottom - first into all the rotten feelings that have been decaying for some time now.  Not letting them go has produced a pretty soggy, smelly mess, that has only fermented with time.   The trash truck is long overdue to dump out the contents of this over-filled dumpster of negative emotions.  May my dumpster not only be emptied, but may it be rinsed out and perfumed, sun-dried and cushioned, filled with fresh flowers and feather pillows with silk pillowcases.  That way, if I fall in the emotional hole again, I won't come out smelling rotten.