So very angry

On a scale of 1-10 of anger, I’m at a 100.  If there were a blood test for anger, I would have that critical high value that gets the doctor paged right away to review.  Ninety-nine times out of one hundred if you ask for a word to describe me at that moment, it would be angry.  Ok, ok, you get it.

I looked at my tags that I’ve used in writing this blog for the last few weeks and I am blown away that I hadn’t yet tagged anger.

People are supposed to go through the five stages of Grief, right?  Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression and Acceptance

I’ve done that, time and time again.  But I think the stage I sit in most often is the anger one.

I hate being so angry all the time.  I don’t know where to direct it, but I know I’m not doing a good job with it.  I’m not supposed to hold it in, because I’ll lash out at the wrong time, right?  But then how am I supposed to get it out?  The stupid little things get to me like no other

And yet, I also know that anger is all that gets me through at the moment.  It gives me some small semblance of strength to put up with all the BS our surrogacy agency is presenting.  Or just enough strength to call doctors and deal with bills and all the other reminders of all I’ve lost.  I feel like if I didn’t have my anger, I’d be done.  I’d curl into a ball and just give up.


6 thoughts on “So very angry

  1. Oh, honey. I get this. I SO get this. I am angry and bitter and hateful at so many different things. That’s the wonderful nature of blogging – it gives you a safe place to release some of that anger. So vent away. You have every right to be angry. We are here to listen.

  2. Just so sorry.

    I just read your history, and I know that though they are just lines, but there is terrible heartache in it.

    You have the right to be angry.


  3. I’m so sorry for your losses.

    I feel the same way. I’ve just found your blog and just read your post about God and it really resonated with me. Thank you.

  4. You have every right to be angry. Life can be so arbitrary and unfair. For the first month or so after my last loss I could only manage two emotions – sadness and anger. This was a lovely combination for the workplace, especially since it is so much more inappropriate to cry at work than be angry with all the other things I had no control over. It is only since I started reading the experiences of others and writing about my own that my angry episodes have started to come about less often. So thank you for writing and vent away. I hope it helps you as much as it helps some of us readers.

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