By: Blonde Two
Good morning. It is 4 a.m. on Sunday morning, I am alone, I am awake and I am righteously angry.
What are you supposed to do when you are angry about something? When you are so enraged that your tears wake you up? When every fibre of your being wants to vilify the perpetrator of the situation?
What are you supposed to do when you see something you have put your heart and soul into, broken for the second time, by the same people? When the harm that was done to you, is repeated to someone you care about? When what you strived to build is blindly bulldozed?
What do you do if a situation is wrong; but you are powerless to change it? If young people have lost something; but you cannot give it back to them? If your values are not shared by those with power?
This morning, across the world, the anger of others will be over far more important issues than mine. They may handle it better or worse than I do; I have none of the answers.
But what will I do about my anger? Allowing it to wake me up at 4 a.m. is clearly not healthy. It is 5 a.m. now and some of the doing has been done. Writing is my catharsis, a walk on Dartmoor will help, as will some family time. Sometimes, when you have done your absolute best, all that remains for you to do is admit defeat; and then turn around and start again.