Every single emotion that passes through me I process to see if it is valid or warrented.
Emotions come and go. The fact they do makes them valid. Whether they are warranted or not is beside the point. Emotions don't answer to one's desires or wishes, or sense of things.
The issue with me is if it does not pass that test, then I will attempt to change it. Simple things that require a small change I can do fine. It is major things that I have a problem with and I become extremely flustered when I can not do it. In hindsight I often get angry at myself because in my attempt to rationalize and control a certain emotion, I in a sense created another that I didn't see.
Perhaps too you are judging your own person, or at least your emotional expression of self, and finding it unacceptable. That too, comes at a price. The mind and the heart may never understand one another, but if either attempts to reign surpreme at the expense of the other, in time either will fail, and with a grievous result.
The fact of the matter is, to me emotions are illogical and the negative ones are completely and utterly useless, and I am powerless to do anything about it.
Indeed, you are powerless, because you are not separate and divided. You cannot be both subject (controller) and object (that which is controlled). Each human being is an integral whole such that any attempt to control one's own emotions is thinking in a way that does not address the reality of being alive.
Consider too that emotion, both positive and negative, is a signal to one's self. Emotion helps inform us about our state of being, our choices made, and how we might proceed in the future. They are essential to our survival as a person, and as a species.
I say all this based upon my experience of being alive, and my experience of trying to control my own emotions. The price for me was depression, addiction, and the inabilty to meet my own needs as a human being.
Acceptance, and especially self-acceptance - without condition - has been so much easier and so much more rewarding.
Namaste,
Ian