Anger: Let’s Process

“Rage — whether in reaction to social injustice, or to our leaders’ insanity, or to those who threaten or harm us — is a powerful energy that, with diligent practice, can be transformed into fierce compassion.”
Bonnie Myotai Treace


Oh hey, Anger!

Let’s process.

Let’s let go of the words and whispers we’ve heard for a lifetime:

You are not allowed

How dare you be angry

You are just a bitter person

I will hurt you, yet slap you in the face with your anger

No more!

I take ownership of honest human emotion.

Anger, you are valid.

You serve a purpose.

You are the enemy of injustice.

The enemy of abuse.

The enemy of silence.

You exist to channel us through the circle of grief.

Without you, change remains stagnant.

Without you, injustice is loudest.

Without you, grief becomes trapped.

Anger, you allow us to take a stand.

To rise.

To say: Absolutely No More!

Change is coming.

The march has begun!

And hey, Anger, we won’t swim together forever.

But you’ll be invited and welcome at the appropriate moments.

You’ll be the prayer that points to healing.

You serve a purpose within us in response to those who wish to hurt then tell us how to respond to the pain.

You wave a red flag in front of those who wish to establish injustice, then attempt to control emotions as a result.

No, not this time!

Anger comes in the midst.

Anger precedes peace.

Anger sings of trauma and also the deepest parts of healing.

Anger is allowed.


For now.

You are valid.

Dear Anger, now, what are we going to do about it?

FYI: And in sum, let us grant ourselves permission to be angry.


Share your thoughts with me. I’m curious about your process with anger.

Published by christellelerryn

Blogger with a thing for love and hope and grace and adventure. Wrote a Children's Book. Creative. Work in a homeless shelter and treatment facility. Every day I hear the words "I just can't do this anymore" and I remember when I whispered those very words. And I remember hope that whispered through my soul from stories like yours. We all have one. A story. We are more alike than different.

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