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Anger


My emotions over the past few weeks have been wide-ranging; everything from fear to sadness to longing to melancholia. Itís is somewhat chaotic and unsettling in that I donít seem to have a sense of control, pinging from one emotion to the next, feeling and unfeeling all at once. It is an uneasy, disturbed sensation in the background of my emotions that makes me feel unmanageable. Iíve been trying to put my finger on it and it has eluded me. Until today.

After my beautiful little girl died, my emotions were all over the place. There was a definite sense of chaos and doom but with a protective shield of surrealism. It was not happening, it couldnít be possible, she is not gone. Over time, the realization of what has indeed happened creeps to the surface and begins to engulf you. So as not to be consumed by the rawness of pain, I think a compartmentalization of our emotions takes place so that we are able to survive. Give me one emotion at a time, please. Let me sit with this emotion for a minute, a day, a week, a month. Let me make some adjustments to my mental state so that I can handle the reality of this huge tragic mistake. From one emotion to the next we go, sometimes one feeling flows right into another and another, but they have some semblance of order.

But anger has a mind of its own. It appears here and there and heightens your heart rate, increases your adrenaline and disrupts the awkward control you thought you had over your feelings. It permeates the orderly fashion in which youíre trying to conduct yourself. It leaks into the clear thinking you are finally trying to come to grips with. It creates chaos in your already frenzied mind, that same mind that youíve somehow managed to organize to stay sane. The same psyche that has arranged your emotions into neat little boxes and keeps things orderly so that you donít go over the edge; one emotion at time, streaming systematically to the next and so on.

Anger is the feeling oozing through all my emotions over the last few weeks. It has been there before, but in its own box. This time it has been let loose from its contained space and travels recklessly through all the other compartments of emotion. Its strength is overwhelming and interferes with the rational fluidity I was so desperately trying to maintain.

I am angry. Angry that my little girl is gone, that she canít come back. Angry that I canít touch her hair or smell her breath. Angry that I canít hold her again and tell her itíll be ok. Angry that she was sick and the doctors ignored it. Angry that my life has been turned upside down. Angry that I must still live. Angry I am here and she is not. Hoping that anger will go back into its compartment so that I might rest.

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