Grief

I sat with my anger long enough until it told me its real name was grief. I'm not a whole person and I don't think I will ever be. Parts of me died in the house I grew up in and I visit them in dreams. When you are not fed love on a silver spoon, you learn to lick it off knives. Your anger is the part of you that knows your mistreatment and abuse are unacceptable. Your anger knows you deserve to be treated well and with kindness. Anger is important. It needs to be expressed, acted out, and vocalized. When it doesn't, it begins to manifest to rage.