During the low days and the little brighter days Anger showed up. Anger has been my friend for about a week or so now. When Anger first arrived he was exuberate and wanted to show everyone around me that he was here. Anger was taking over and I was not sure what he was going to show me.
He first showed me for the obvious reasons of what caused him to arrive. Anger opened it up to me and showed me that I trusted when I shouldn’t have, believed when I should have asked more questions and hoped in dreams that seemed too much like a fairytale.
Then Anger settled in next to me, he was still for a few days after the incalculable entry he made the few days before. I had thought that Anger was gone, not noticing he was sitting right next to me with his hand on top of mine waiting for me to see more.
There were other things, deeper wounds that need to be healed. I see now that Anger is here for a reason that I need to look at these wounds for me to move on with my life in a positive way. It was time. The first sight of the old open wounds was unsettling to me as they would be for anyone else and made me feel more uncomfortable. My first thought was I should leave well alone, why open them up. These wounds hadn’t bothered me in years so I thought.
Now that I have seen some of open wounds, I will need to find a way to encourage the healing that these wounds need. I can no longer leave them open and festering.
Anger is still here and sitting next to me not sure how long this journey will be. When I turn to look at the other side of me, I see that Courage is sitting on the other side holding my other hand even tighter.