Writing has been the primary outlet for expressing my feelings since I started this blog.And it worked wonders for me…Getting my emotions out there.People taking interest and then giving feedback. Advice. Encouragement.Somehow it made me feel that I was heard.That it was okay to feel a certain way.So I went on.I published them all in my own little space in the internet.I wrote words I would never have the chance to tell someone else in person.But…The words I wrote weren’t of anger or rage or disdain…Because I have another place for them – my private journal.So I don’t usually vent in social networking sites.
But these past couple of days…It seemed like all hell broke loose.My rage was unstoppable.The worst part…Laptop was in front of me. I was online. On Twitter.And my Twitter is syndicated to my Facebook.At that moment, intense emotions clouded my judgment.And I didn’t even give a thought if what I was going to do was right or wrong…Because all I wanted to do was get the full-blown rage out of my system…Release the tension in my chest that felt like hell.So I did.And no, I’m not proud of it.
I don’t have the strength to say anything more today.Because other than my rage, the thoughts that accompanied such emotion were even scarier.I want to let them all out.Next time.
