Anger is my tool

Anger is my tool.   It's my protector.    It's my cover up.   It's my buoy.   Right here, right this moment it's keeping me afloat, keeps me holding on and keeping me from drowning in sadness.    I have to be angry, otherwise I'd be crying, begging and pleading for love.


I'm weak.  I'm not as strong as I'd like to be but daily, my strength is growing.   My self worth is on the rise and I am realizing what I truly deserve and want in life.

It's ok for me to be sad, it's ok for me to be angry, it's ok for me to hurt.