Feeling my anger is a doorway to revealing my deeper vulnerability, my grief, my failure to accept and embrace the truth, pain, which transforms itself from anger to compassion, for myself and others, and then expresses itself from my best self as clear unequivocal boundaries with others.
Repressing anger makes me depressed and vindictive, like poison. Feeling and understanding the deeper truth I am afraid to admit, behind anger, requires unflinching personal awareness, which is uncomfortable, and tense, to explore. But it is liberating.
Anger as action, or as something fixed and static breeds more confusion, whereas vulnerability and boundaries, breed clarity.
For me, anger truly felt, deeply felt and allowed to be fluid, mutates over time into deep, profound vulnerability rather than vengefulness, breeds true and meaningful boundaries rather than chaotic threats, creates personal wisdom rather than reasoning, and ultimately builds unconditional confidence.
