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I finished an essay this weekend and sent it off to a
contest. It felt great!
As I said the other day, a lot of what I’m writing now is
preparation for writing a memoir. Which,
as I said, scares the dickens out of me, but then I’m excited too.
I also find that I’m angry.
Very angry, sometimes. I have a
long history of suppressing anger and having it turn in on myself in pretty
unhealthy ways.
This in and of itself is pretty scary. I’ve had nightmares where I go on a murderous
rampage because I can’t control my anger.
I of course would never do this, but it’s a testament to how much fear I
have surrounding anger.
What’s really funny is that everyone around me, to the man or
woman, would say I’m this sweet passive person. Well, my husband might have
something to say about me being pig-headed, but that’s different.
So I’m trying to find healthy expressions of my anger in any
way I can. I need to start running
again. I’ve even got a bunch of very
zen-like plants.
But what’s going to happen when I start writing the memoir
for real? Blow my lid?
Nah. I believe I have
the fortitude to work through it and hopefully emerge whole and much more
healthy. Hence the purpose for it in the first place.
2 comments:
I am hardly an expert on ANYTHING, but if by writing your story, you have to relive it, I would have you ask yourself...Is it worth it?
Anger and rage are such powerful emotions...why revisit it?
#JustSayin
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Exactly!! Exactly what I've been thinking for years. But I'm still reliving it by not confronting it, you know? But instead of meeting it head on, it's eating me alive from the inside.
Damned if you do and damned if you don't unfortunately.
But you are absolutely right. Tread with caution.
Thanks so much, OTG!
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