I do think an awful lot of this really is sefl-worth. It feels that way, at any rate.As a side note, I'm genuinely frightened of the consequences of extreme anger since I have no idea on the planet what I'd do with all that. It feels like I just don't deserve the dignity to stand up for whatever outrage- large or small-has been inflicted. Sometime ago my T presented me with the information which has been a keystone for an awful lot of understanding the PTSD dynamics across the board, which is self worth, or extreme lack thereof. It's much tougher, for someone who did not have validation as a child. I did, so am able to at least see a path somewhere to hopefully resolving this and it's apparently progressing to the point where the guilt is gone, mostly. It's still scary, I very, VERY much dilsike how uncomfortable it makes me to experience, much less express it when I'm angry, but at least once in awhile can, without guilt, too. It's infrequent but will take it.
I'm not replying in this way for a pat on the back, but for sheer encouragement's sake, since even a year ago the thought of clearly expressed expressed anger on my part would have sent me to bed for the day.
I'm not replying in this way for a pat on the back, but for sheer encouragement's sake, since even a year ago the thought of clearly expressed expressed anger on my part would have sent me to bed for the day.