Anger is my friend

Anger is my friend.

I think I’ve always been angry. A better word - frustrated. For as long as I can remember, I have been someone who wanted more. More than what I’m told, more than what I was given; when I can’t get enough, I get frustrated.

Anger is my friend because when no one else is there, anger always has their door open.

Like any good friend, anger has many, many redeeming qualities. It’s welcoming, it’s comforting it it’s funny little way. Anger always know how to speak from the heart, it knows how to fuel you, guide you. Anger is sure of itself and knows above all else knows exactly what it’s there for.

Like any good friend, anger has it’s shortcomings. It’s impulsive, direct, lacks balance or empathy. Anger’s limitations are simultaneously it’s strengths.

Everyone gets angry. Some more often than others. Some let anger go, other hold onto it with all they can. There are even some people that can embrace it while also letting it pass by.

In my opinion, anger is much more valuable in your back pocket than not. Because it help people know how you really feel. There’s no second guessing when someone is angry I like when people don’t have to guess.

I can and will let anger get the best of me. I like the way it makes me feel: powerful, intentional and bold. I also know that when tempers simmer down, it leaves me with a bigger mess than I start.

That’s why anger is my friend - I love Anger. And very time I invite it in, it also knows how to sulk out the back door without letting anyone know.

Anger is my friend because I know deep down, it’s not me, just a part of it.

I’m not sorry when I’m angry, I’m thankful that you’re here to see me through when it chooses to leave.

Anger is my friend - because when I’m alone, i’m not, and when i’m alone and you’ve chosen to stay, i’m left with immense gratitude.

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