Enrage-ment
I find myself making up lots of words in here. I’m wondering today about my own enragement. I’m still sort of on and off the Prozac. I’m perimenapausal (what a treat) and I’m me. Those things combined, sometimes I find myself enraged about stupid things. Tonight it’s Ameritech… don’t even ask. Frustration and annoyance combine with all these other things and my reaction turns physiological. Prior to that, my son was doing some chores and took the vaccuum cleaner and rolled it over the dog’s choke collar (not on the dog, thank God). That really ticked me off and I yelled at him. On the tail of that Ameritech pi**ed me off. My husband irritated me, etc. etc. etc. I didn’t do anything in particular I just felt this feeling in my stomach and pondered how anger is so damaging to the person feeling it.
I wonder why I feel all this anger. I’ve never really had anger issues in the past. Well, I should rephrase this. I used to think I didn’t have anger issues but years ago I discovered I had plenty of anger, I just never expressed it (or very rarely). I express my frequent irritations now, but almost too much. And my irritations blast into angers quickly.
Well, must ponder later… guests at the door.
I have the same problem with my irritability. I actually have to calm myself down before saying or doing something I regret. I’ve also learned to warn others that I’m not in a good mood. Keep going, sounds like y
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There was a time when I never got angry. I just went with the flo of what ever was going on. A part of me wishes I was still that way. But another part of me is glad that I am like I am now. When I look back it is like I was a robot or something. Never have, feel, or voice opinions. I don’t like being angry, but at least I know that I am alive and that I am allowed to feel.
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