The world around you is starving for your anger.
Not your closed hearted anger, the kind you use to dump the pain you aren’t willing to feel yourself onto the people around you, but your TRUTH.
The part of you that says “THIS IS NOT OK WITH ME! This closure, this passing on of fear, trauma, and pain is not ok with me. I am not willing to settle for your closed heart. My truest heart demands all of your truest heart, and I am no longer willing to sit by and say or do nothing about it.”
Your anger is beautiful, pure, potent – and the world around you is starving for it.
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