Rage

I have never felt this calm when I feel this much rage, ever. I am truly rageful. I feel truly rageful. And I am just sitting and watching my own rage. Being with it. Until I know where to shift it to.

I am truly rageful.

This intense rage is triggered by a sense of neglect. I know. I haven't felt this neglected in a long time, and this feeling is triggering some deep, intense emotions:

How dare you treat me this way? How dare you leave me alone when I needed you? How dare you forget about me when I am hurting? How dare you?

But, I am holding the space. For myself. For those who triggered these feelings: they are only human beings too and they aren't doing anything wrong.

I still get to feel how I feel. These are the casual wounds of interpersonal relationships. I feel entirely neglected and I am rageful. Nothing else matters at this moment.

I am so rageful. So rageful.