WillyKat
Diamond Member
Last weekend, I went out on a three-day solo wilderness thing. Sort of a trial run for a more full scale vision quest I want to do later this summer.
Anyway, while on the way there and after I got back, I had two revelations about my bouts of anger and rage:
- When I get angry, I get angry at someone and its always because they won't just change. I guess I'm assuming its like a switch they can just turn off. The revelation is that its really about me: *I* can't turn the switch and fix my issues. It's anger that comes from frustration that changes are so small and take so long.
- The reason it comes out as anger and not polite words has everything to do with being trapped when I was little. I couldn't speak about it, I couldn't go very far away to escape. I had to ride the bus with him every day to school and in the summer he was right across the road. All my frustration, anger--let's face it, that's all fear--had to be bottled up, held in check, until I could not contain it. And its not much different now: I can't yell at my wife, I can't yell at work, not in public...so I bottle it up.
I realize that I don't have to bottle it up; I can just express it!
Easier said than done, mind you. I'm an old dog trying to learn a new trick.
Anyway, while on the way there and after I got back, I had two revelations about my bouts of anger and rage:
- When I get angry, I get angry at someone and its always because they won't just change. I guess I'm assuming its like a switch they can just turn off. The revelation is that its really about me: *I* can't turn the switch and fix my issues. It's anger that comes from frustration that changes are so small and take so long.
- The reason it comes out as anger and not polite words has everything to do with being trapped when I was little. I couldn't speak about it, I couldn't go very far away to escape. I had to ride the bus with him every day to school and in the summer he was right across the road. All my frustration, anger--let's face it, that's all fear--had to be bottled up, held in check, until I could not contain it. And its not much different now: I can't yell at my wife, I can't yell at work, not in public...so I bottle it up.
I realize that I don't have to bottle it up; I can just express it!
Easier said than done, mind you. I'm an old dog trying to learn a new trick.