I’ve been thinking about anger a lot the past couple of weeks.
There are many quotes about anger – Anger is an acid that can do more harm to the vessel in which it is stored than to anything on which it is poured.
I’ve heard it said so many times that anger is bad. Anger doesn’t do any good. Anger is unheathly
I cry bullshit
Not expressing anger is far worse than denying it. I’ve been very angry lately. I’ve been telling myself it’s not healthy, it’s not good, I should let it go. I cried. I felt guilty. I cried some more.
Today I admitted that yes, I’m really really angry. I’m downright fucking livid with anger. I feel nothing but disdain and disgust and anger and hate for one particular person.
Just admitting that, saying it out loud, was the most liberating thing I’ve done in ages. Yes, I am angry. And I’m not ashamed of that anger. And I’m not ready to just let it go, oh, no, this one is not going away any day soon.
Anyone who doesn’t like it can kiss my ass.