What if I’m not afraid of fear?
What if the fear I’ve repressed ever since pre-verbal, early childhood has been my fear of anger?
(Whatever we cannot talk about, cannot be processed.)
What if my fear of anger has been inclusive of my own anger?
What if fear of my own anger has been so great as to have induced my defense system to erect a mental block (imagine an impenetrable wall) between subconsciously repressed anger and the conscious portion of my mind, suggesting that fear of my own anger has remained unidentified and thus unacknowledged by my self awareness—until now.
And if, for the most part, I’d unknowingly swallowed my anger, over my entire life, then won’t its release overwhelm my hard won sense of inner peace?
No. Not at all.
Once the words to express the unequivocal nature of my intuitive answer flow readily (naturally) out of my mind, I’ll pen a post in which the certainty of my self confident stance will be clarified beyond a shadow of a doubt.
👩🏻Annie
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