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It’s me I’m the problem, always have been.

“I’m lost. And it’s my own fault. It’s about time I figured out that I can’t ask people to keep me found.”

— Anne Sexton, A Self-Portrait In Letters

“I desire the things that will destroy me in the end.” - Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals Of Sylvia Plath

“I love the rain. I love how it softens the outlines of things. The world becomes softly blurred, and I feel like I melt right into it.”

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Misplaced Anger.

Sometimes I notice myself being overcome with rage at little to no provocation.

Rage is absolutely terrifying when you can’t see it coming.

I find myself having breakdowns over small irritations or lashing out at those I love.

Trauma repressed an anger within me that’s forced to find alternate ways to be felt.

I’m so inherently angry for events I often refuse to accept, that I end up fixating on insignificant things to artificially ease my pain.

It’s much easier to be angry than it is to feel grief.

This misplaced anger fractures relationships, creates a perpetual anxiety, and is yet another source of overwhelming guilt.

And yet, confronting the source of my emotional distress is far more terrifying than embracing my rage.

Roxy Ocean