The voice of rage has wisdom too.

A couple of days ago, I found myself writing: Can I just be unfair? Can I just allow myself to be judgemental? Can I please just allow myself to be angry, crazy? Scream hurtful things? Can I just be one-sided? Selfish?

I started writing all the things that came up that I was angry about. And I allowed myself to express it fully.

And suddenly, I realized something. There was some truth in the things that I was saying.

The voice of rage holds some truth in it too. And sure, it is not the WHOLE truth. But there is definitely wisdom to it and it deserves to be acknowledged.

I value greatly being open-minded, seeing different perspectives and being fair, understanding. So, allowing myself to be what I consider to be mean, hurtful, ‘black and white’, feels like a stretch. But one that has opened me up for more.

Not only more insight, by bringing up what I already knew deep down and that had remained hidden with my rage. But also, more tenderness and compassion for the parts that are hurting in me and in others.