Yesterday whilst processing a recent disappointment, I noticed a lot of anger and frustration rising in me. These are typically qualities that us women often stuff down. Once I had created a safe place to explore these feelings (punching a carefully crafted stack of pillows!) I began to feel a release and then the tears started to fall and a lot of grief came out. We are allowed to be angry as well as sad and we need to express the many shades of grief which arise in us so that they may pass.
Nobody knew me like you
and it feels like the world doesn’t care
Without any words you just knew
and the pain of the void, so unfair
Yes I’m angry that you had to leave
and I’m furious that you’re not there
Must my shattered heart forever grieve
for the only one who really cared?
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