in all this (emotional) working out i've been doing, i have discovered that i'm angrier than i thought i was.
it was hiding in some cracks and crevices, mainly because it's not about individuals but circumstances, incidents; having to be who i am while living in a world ravaged by patriarchy, war, and abuse.
my idea is to get a bright red or bile green journal and write letters to these things. whenever i'm done with it, it will be burned.
aside from the obvious catharsis, i think openly ranting will also help me (re)define where i want to focus my energies and craft solutions.