I do not want to resist my pervasive anger, but I do not want to allow it to consume me like it once did. I want to work my way through it until I reach the point where my family has no power over me whatsoever. Because when I become enraged over past harm, they still are harming me, and I am allowing it to happen.
The way out is through.
I have a sword. I have a shield. I have the armor that is provided to me by the greatest support system any recovering addict can possibly ask for. Time for me to fight my way through and emerge from the other side in a state of complete triumph.
This is seriously scary s**t.
17 Sep 2015, 8:08 pm
