Wednesday, 12 February 2014

Anger.

I have among other things been boosting my recovery & self awareness by attending some counselling sessions which have brought about a wonderful epiphany.

I found it difficult to get into initially; being on the other side of the therapeutic relationship is a hard thing to fathom, but the lady I've seen is skilled & warm & I soon stopped looking out for technique, got myself to trust the process & let myself go.

After the second session I had said a lot of things out loud that I'd only ever said in my head & immediately suppressed, buried & banished away for good. I felt a burden lift. In the third session I was carefully & considerately coaxed into discussing these again. It was difficult. I didn't want to say them once, let alone twice. I'm glad I did.

Since then I have come to realise that my fear of anger has made me bottle up & suppress all of my own anger & rage. This is my epiphany. I haven't allowed myself an outburst for 10 years, or rather I thought I hadn't. I can see & acknowledge now that little bits of it have been shooting out all over the place without me being aware or in control of it.

I fear the damage, judgement, power, strength & force of my anger. I naturally have a long fuse but when it blows it tends to blow big. When I used to let anger out it was only ever when under the influence of booze or pills & powders so it came out wrong anyway. With this realisation I can see that I haven't been able to grieve properly for things I've lost; my beloved Dorian, my job, my health, relationships, clothes (I'm so sentimental about my suits...) I have not allowed myself to experience the anger resulting from their loss so I haven't completed the grieving process.


So now I have a task. I have to learn how to be angry productively & handle it without the altered mental states I used to habitually seek. I have to trust myself enough to know that I'll let the anger out in a constructive way. I have to experience the fear of my own anger & express it anyway. 

Another step. It feels like a big one. Expect rants.