“I SAT WITH MY ANGER LONG ENOUGH UNTIL SHE TOLD ME HER REAL NAME WAS GRIEF” ~CS Lewis
“I SAT WITH MY ANGER LONG ENOUGH UNTIL SHE TOLD ME HER REAL NAME WAS GRIEF” ~CS Lewis “Why are you violent?” “Why do you get angry so easily” “You’re over reacting!” Sentences said to me that left me in a spiral? What do you mean? Now I understand. All the shouting, all the chaos I caused was simply a cry for help. Constantly getting into arguments, finding reasons to fight and raise my voice was all simply a form of sorrow. The real question that my persona had was, “ Can’t you see? Can’t you see how much I’m hurting? Can’t you see the pain echoing through my voice?” Someone said we raise our voice because we are not being understood. Sometimes it’s not the subject matter being argued that one wants their POV understood. Sometimes the problem is not the actual problem. Having gone through this, it becomes easier to see it in others. Seeing them fighting over no particular cause. Seeing them angry over no particular circumstance...