It Happens

There are times when we let anger get the best of us.

We scream. We yell. We let words flow from our mouth that seconds later we wish to take back. We leave. We stay silent. We tuck it deep inside where it eventually boils over. We hit, or kick, or throw. We throw dirty looks. We talk behind backs. We hold grudges.

We forgive.

I'm here to tell you that it happens to all of us. It happens to me. It happens to your mothers, to your neighbors, to your best friends, to the woman up the block who always has it together: it happens.

Anger has caused the worst misfortunes, some of which most would find inexcusable and unforgivable. But we are only human and when our emotions, our anger, brings out the very worst of us, we have the choice to move past it.

We can ask for forgiveness. We can mend the brokenness between friends, siblings, husband and wife, mothers and fathers, and even complete strangers.

We are not bound by anger.

We have the choice to breathe deep when the rage starts in our soul and to simply walk away, let it go, let your anger vanish before dealing with the situation. It took me a long time to figure that out. Growing up with anger as the keystone, the foundation, of everything I knew.

There is HOPE.

A whispered prayer, a quiet room, a pillow to yell into, a friend on the other end of the telephone, the knowledge that it happens. Don't let a small mistake destroy you, my friend. You are worth so much more than the torture that is so easily found within ourselves when we allow ourselves to believe that our mistakes define us. You are more.

You are more than the anger.
You are more than the regret.
You are more than the hurt.

You are worth forgiveness. You are beautiful. You are needed. You are loved.