Sometimes the complaint is the answer, but it can devolve into an emotional stink that drives people off. I know, because I’ve been so wounded from losing my family that I had to talk out my pain. I was afraid I’d burn up if I didn’t talk and talk.
But venting was like throwing pine branches across the flame. It got prettier, more elaborate, but burned hotter. My friends stopped calling. My husband threw up a wall. The fire popped and crackled, smelled acrid.
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I agree, Katie. Writing can be such a gift to ourselves. And I’ve found over the years, it’s better to let go of anger as soon as possible – while it can be galvanizing – it can also turn debilitating. xx
That’s very true. Anger can become a bad habit. I’ve seen that in myself and others. At least with writing you can get it out of your head and on the page…