1 min readDec 18, 2018
When I sat with my anger long enough it told me it’s real name was grief.-paraphrasing Issac Rowe
My anger was not a demon that needed to be tamed, it was a wound that needed to be healed.
When I sat with my anger long enough it told me it’s real name was grief.-paraphrasing Issac Rowe
My anger was not a demon that needed to be tamed, it was a wound that needed to be healed.
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