Yes, I’m Angry
It actually feels right.
For those who know me, that’s not something I’ve said very often. I was raised not to express anger or any strong emotions. Anger was “wrong.” Anger was “bad.” There was only one person in my family of origin who could be angry, and most of my early life was spent learning how to avoid that anger. I became an expert on reading the moods and warning signs in that context . It’s what I had to do to survive and cope.
This morning, I received some news on an issue that doesn’t really matter in the context of this post. After I read the information, I became angry. What is more, my anger was and is justified. This was something worth getting angry about.