There is so much happening in the world to be angry about. From global to personal, every day there’s something that stokes the fire of our rage. Many of us don’t know what to do about that. We may not know because we were taught to fear our anger, or we were punished for our anger. We were told that anger is a sign of weakness or immature spiritual growth or that it had no place wherever you were or whoever you were with. We might feel shame around or anger, or fear about what we might do if we unleash it. Perhaps we’ve already hurt or driven away others with our anger so we have grown to despise it.
For years I had a dysfunctional and tortured relationship with my anger. Now it’s my friend, my accomplice, sometimes my fuel. The transformation began when I decided to love it. Only then could I accept it. To be clear, I didn’t transform my anger. I was the one who changed.
This is the love letter I wrote to my anger.
What parts of you do you need to write to?
Dear Rage,
Let me begin with …
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