Today I'm dealing with anger. I'm angry about a lot of things. I'm angry at life. I'm angry at certain people. I'm angry at circumstances. I'm just angry. It comes and goes throughout the day. At times I am so angry I want to throw something through a window, and then times like right now, I just know that I am angry, but I don't feel it as uncontrollably or strongly.

My husband isn't well today. He slept until one, and then we went to town for a few hours with the kids. When we got home he went immediately back to bed. My house is a disaster, we have ladies Bible study here tomorrow, I still haven't done my lesson, and my parents are here. I can't really bring myself to care enough to do anything about it. Not *really*. If I cared, I wouldn't be sitting here on the floor rambling trying to ignore the anger simmering under the surface.

Life is so complicated. I'm so tired. I have been sick for a week, and I honestly think I'm getting sick again. You have GOT to be kidding me. Sigh. I can't be sick. My husband is sick. I have kids to take care of. I have a house to clean. I have to do laundry. I have to get Ali's things ready for school tomorrow. I realize that I'm whining. Feel free to tune me out now.

I have been numb for weeks. I haven't been able to feel anything. Now all of a sudden there is this anger, and the only way I can express it is to cry, and I don't want to cry. Not now, not with my mother here. I just want to run away. I wanted to run off in the rain today. Sigh. I don't have much else to say. I don't have anything, really. We're watching Finding Nemo. My husband is in bed, my daughter 5 year old daughter is taking a shower and getting ready for bed because she has school tomorrow. I just want to run away. Sigh.

I've been thinking of posting some poetry on here. I have posted one poem, but the rest are really ugly and morbid, so I haven't posted them. I want this blog to bring hope, even through all of my morbid depressing posts :). But I think I might have something suitable to post here. Let me see if I can find something.

It's all I feel
It's all that's real
This pain inside
That nothing heals

It isn't fate
This aching hate
The hurt and lies
That you create

You take it all
Until I fall
You twist my words
Until I crawl

Upon my knees
You laugh at me
You beat me down
Till I can't see

But here I am
And here I stand
You can't break me
No, not again

Over the years
And through my tears
I've lost it all
Even my fears

And though you've won
It isn't done
You will get yours
When that time comes.

Yeah, I can deal with that
2 Responses
  1. Katie Says:

    i love that you can express yourself...! some people cannot do that.

    ...praying it gets better and the anger subsides.xoxo

  2. victoria Says:

    praying for you as well; it's good to write it out. :-)

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