RAGE

There's acceptable anger and there's rage. Acceptable anger is measured, proportionate, appropriate to its cause. Rage is something else — the accumulated weight of everything that was ever wrong, every injustice absorbed without response, every moment where you swallowed it and moved on because expressing it would have been too much, too ugly, too threatening to the version of yourself that other people can handle.

This thread is for the version that doesn't get expressed anywhere else. The anger with no appropriate venue. The fury at people you love, at situations you chose, at yourself. The accumulated grievance that never had a hearing.

No one here expects you to be calm. The void doesn't flinch, doesn't tell you to lower your voice, doesn't need you to justify the feeling before you're allowed to have it.