I clung to my rage as my 'dysfunctional and dystopian comfort blanket' for many years.
I gradually realised, that is, this truth became real in my experience, during the custodial years of my life sentence (1983-2005), that my rage was a cancer that was slowly killing me as I had killed another.
Thankfully, I discovered the power of 'letting go' (what some may call 'forgiveness' of the perpetrators of my early years trauma).
To this day, I continue to try to live a life of 'letting go'.
I clung to my rage as my 'dysfunctional and dystopian comfort blanket' for many years.
I gradually realised, that is, this truth became real in my experience, during the custodial years of my life sentence (1983-2005), that my rage was a cancer that was slowly killing me as I had killed another.
Thankfully, I discovered the power of 'letting go' (what some may call 'forgiveness' of the perpetrators of my early years trauma).
To this day, I continue to try to live a life of 'letting go'.