So much anger wrapped up inside of this body.
When I’m alone, and it’s ready to come out, it explodes. I don’t always know how to contain it. I don’t know where to channel it. I’ve stopped yelling, stopped screaming at everyone around me.
I feel horrible for the years that Parker and Kidlet lived with that and I’m working through it all. But there’s still so much anger.
Life fucked me over. I fucked me over. My illnesses fucked me over. People around me fucked me over.
And I’m ANGRY.
And now that I’m not just screaming at people and expecting everyone else to take it for me I don’t know what to do with it. The gym or walking helps when I get myself out of the house when I start to rage.
Last night the rage took over while I was in the worst sort of mood and all I could think of was breaking things. Breaking myself.
I was alone, things went wrong, I couldn’t find peace in my head and I couldn’t figure out where to start to make peace in the space around me so I started hitting things and then when the urge got too bad to self injure I sat down and started kicking things until I heard wood splinter.
I grabbed tattoo pens with the intention of drawing on myself and when they wouldn’t write I dug them too hard into my skin and then sobbed realizing just how bad my anger has gotten.
Today there is a broken kitchen cart and red, welted, angry skin as a reminder that anger leaves lasting wounds.
So much trauma for one person. For years and years people have told me I’ve been through so much and I’ve brushed them all off. “You’re so strong” No, I just don’t have a choice.
But no, really, I’ve been through so so much, and I’m finally allowing myself to feel a lot of what I’ve turned into stories and hidden away. It’s so easy to tell these stories when they are just that, stories. Words strung together. It’s far more difficult when I’m in this program that’s helping me feel all of the feels that are underneath the words.
And I’m angry at all of the things that have been done to me. I’m angry at the fact that no one protected me. I’m angry that I was never able to protect myself.
I’m really fucking angry but I need to figure out how to stop taking it out on myself because I need to survive this.