Anger is not my strong suit. And since my body stores my anger, the only way to keep the anger in my body is to hold my body still.
Today, I am angry.
I got sidetracked into writing letters to relatives, which brings me more into my head than my body, but needs doing as well.
I guess it’s just enough to say I want to rend and destroy, stomp and tear and that my rage feels so big that I don’t know what to do with it all.
It’s good my father doesn’t live in my town or it would be so tempting to drive over and rip him apart with my bare hands.
That’s how mad I am.