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I’ve been thinking a lot about anger this week. I started being angry in 2016 after a lifetime of suppressing anything that even LOOKED like anger. And basically almost 5 years later I’ve finally processed all the anger.
The other day, I thought of a scenario that I was so resentful of and how it turned out and how I’ve been angry about it pretty much my entire life. And I thought of it, and for the first time EVER . . . I wasn’t angry.
Processing it through therapy and learning coping skills worked. It was such an old wound, I assumed it was just never going to heal. I figured I’d go through life being very tender with that. But through doing my work, it has.
I was shocked when I waited for the wave of rage to wash over me and it just didn’t come. I think we so often think healing comes as a huge epiphany or dramatic catharsis, but maybe it’s just that one day you just won’t be angry about that anymore.
My ADHD diagnosis was critical, but also the trauma therapy that I have worked on tirelessly was just as important. Are there things I’m still angry about? Sure. But not this thing. Progress.