NapsWithCats
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Last big trigger opened up the whole can of worms (PTSD/DID/Maj.Dep./Anx., etc.) that much is coming back and I always had to swallow my anger and it led to many physical illnesses that I still have.
I am enjoying cussing, name-calling, crying in rage and people yelling back doesn't matter anymore. I don't get hit anymore for expressing, it feels good.
I am a happy recluse (happy = safe and secure inside) and go out 1x/mo. to doctor and store shopping for month. Sometimes 2x/month.
And yeah, if the guy in the apartment next row down is going to leave his dog on a leash that goes from door-handle to the ground with no walking room for over an hour; no water, no food, no way doggie can poo or pee, I'm calling him on it asking if he would put some water out for his dog. Never meeting him before he cusses me out in the worst way. (I hate the majority of "valley people" (we call them Valley Rats in my home town here which is a tourist town ... unfortunately).
It felt great to let him know he was abusing his dog and I was calling Animal Services (I volunteered there, know all the Sheriffs and Animal Services people), he still yelled obsenities and finally said "I OWN MY PLACE!!!!!!!!" (lol). I said back "SO DO I, What does that have to do with your abusing your dog?" (I actually lied and have never been a liar, but he and his b#tch daughter who bought another apartment also used this on another neighbor "I OWN MY PLACE". I HATE valley people.
I ask for no advice or suggestions on how to control my anger right now; it's bringing me relief I've needed since I was in the womb.
Wish I could cuss here....... {{{sigh}}} just to cuss. Ever heard "The Rodeo Song?" I sing that real loud sometimes while playing it when I'm mad, it has a lot of cuss words in it, makes me feel better.
Anger is just an overlying word for a multitude of universal unmet needs (learned this in an intensive non-violent communication training cult I was in, but did learn a lot, even though it drove me to the day before ending my life). (My cat saved me)
I have deep, deep grief, sadness, pain of every kind frustration, rage, and more rage and a lot more rage. I'm 51, but wish for one night I could just scream in one of those types of bands that just scream! That would feel awesome!
I am enjoying cussing, name-calling, crying in rage and people yelling back doesn't matter anymore. I don't get hit anymore for expressing, it feels good.
I am a happy recluse (happy = safe and secure inside) and go out 1x/mo. to doctor and store shopping for month. Sometimes 2x/month.
And yeah, if the guy in the apartment next row down is going to leave his dog on a leash that goes from door-handle to the ground with no walking room for over an hour; no water, no food, no way doggie can poo or pee, I'm calling him on it asking if he would put some water out for his dog. Never meeting him before he cusses me out in the worst way. (I hate the majority of "valley people" (we call them Valley Rats in my home town here which is a tourist town ... unfortunately).
It felt great to let him know he was abusing his dog and I was calling Animal Services (I volunteered there, know all the Sheriffs and Animal Services people), he still yelled obsenities and finally said "I OWN MY PLACE!!!!!!!!" (lol). I said back "SO DO I, What does that have to do with your abusing your dog?" (I actually lied and have never been a liar, but he and his b#tch daughter who bought another apartment also used this on another neighbor "I OWN MY PLACE". I HATE valley people.
I ask for no advice or suggestions on how to control my anger right now; it's bringing me relief I've needed since I was in the womb.
Wish I could cuss here....... {{{sigh}}} just to cuss. Ever heard "The Rodeo Song?" I sing that real loud sometimes while playing it when I'm mad, it has a lot of cuss words in it, makes me feel better.
Anger is just an overlying word for a multitude of universal unmet needs (learned this in an intensive non-violent communication training cult I was in, but did learn a lot, even though it drove me to the day before ending my life). (My cat saved me)
I have deep, deep grief, sadness, pain of every kind frustration, rage, and more rage and a lot more rage. I'm 51, but wish for one night I could just scream in one of those types of bands that just scream! That would feel awesome!