You've swallowed it so many times, the anger that had nowhere safe to go, the resentment that built quietly because speaking up felt too risky, the betrayal that never got acknowledged. You learned to keep it contained, afraid that if it ever surfaced, you'd become "too much," too difficult, too hard to love.
I want you to know: your anger was never the problem. It was a signal, proof that something mattered to you, that a boundary was crossed, that you deserved better than what you received. Suppressing it didn't make you peaceful. It just made the rage invisible, not gone.
You are allowed to feel it fully without becoming someone unlovable.
Your anger was never too much. It was simply unheard.
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