"Anger often stands guard at the door of our deepest vulnerabilities. The way out isn't through the exit. It's through understanding what precious thing the anger has been protecting all along."
If this resonates with you, what follows may help you see something about yourself.
Seeker
I’m so sick of being angry all the time. It’s exhausting. I just want to get out of it, you know? Like there must be some way to just… not be this person anymore.
Companion
Yeah, I hear that exhaustion. When you say “get out of it” – what does that look like to you?
Seeker
I don’t know. Just… not feeling this constant tension. Not snapping at people. Not having this rage sitting in my chest all day. Normal people don’t walk around like this.
Companion
Mm. How long have you been walking around like this?
Seeker
Forever? I mean, I can’t remember not being angry. Maybe when I was really little. But definitely since middle school at least.
Companion
That’s a long time to carry something. Since middle school. That’s what, early teens?
Seeker
Yeah. Twelve, thirteen. Everything just… I don’t know. Everything started pissing me off around then and never stopped.
Companion
Something shifted around that age. Do you remember what was happening in your life then?
Seeker
The usual teenage crap. My parents were fighting constantly. Kids at school were assholes. I was this scrawny awkward kid who couldn’t do anything right. Why does it matter?
Companion
I’m noticing something, let me mirror it. When you described yourself back then, you said “scrawny awkward kid who couldn’t do anything right.” That’s a pretty vulnerable picture.
Seeker
So? That’s just what I was. Weak and pathetic. Thank god I’m not that anymore.
Companion
What happened to that kid?
Seeker
What do you mean what happened? I grew up. Got stronger. Learned to stand up for myself.
Companion
When you say “learned to stand up for yourself”, was that when the anger came in?
Seeker
I guess. Yes. I wasn’t going to let people push me around anymore.
Companion
So the anger came in right when that vulnerable kid needed protection.
Seeker
Don’t make it sound noble. It’s not. It’s made me into someone people avoid. Someone my own family walks on eggshells around.
Companion
I’m not saying it’s noble. I’m just noticing the timing. This scrawny kid you describe, he sounds like he was really hurting.
Seeker
Why are we talking about this? I asked how to get rid of my anger, not take a trip down memory lane.
Companion
Fair. Let me ask you something else then. What do you think would happen if the anger just vanished tomorrow? Poof, gone.
Seeker
I’d finally be able to relax. Be normal. Have real relationships.
Companion
And what else?
Seeker
What do you mean what else? That’s it. That’s all I want.
Companion
I mean if the anger has been there since you were twelve, standing guard all this time… what happens to what it’s been guarding?
Seeker
There’s nothing to guard. I’m not twelve anymore.
Companion
Okay. But I’m curious. When you imagine being without the anger, completely without it, how does that feel in your body?
Seeker
…
Companion
Take your time.
Seeker
It feels… exposed. Like being naked in a snowstorm. Happy now?
Companion
That’s a strong image. Naked in a snowstorm.
Seeker
This is stupid. I don’t want to feel exposed. I just want to not be angry.
Companion
What if those aren’t separate things?
Seeker
What?
Companion
What if the anger and the feeling exposed are connected? Like, what if one exists because of the other?
Seeker
You’re saying I’m angry because I feel exposed? That doesn’t even make sense. I feel fine. I feel strong.
Companion
You feel strong with the anger there.
Seeker
Yes.
Companion
And exposed without it.
Seeker
I… shit.
Companion
What just happened?
Seeker
I don’t know. I just… when you said it like that. The anger isn’t the problem. It’s the only thing keeping me from feeling…
Companion
From feeling what?
Seeker
Small. Helpless. Like that fucking twelve-year-old kid again.
Companion
So the anger has been protecting him – that kid – this whole time.
Seeker
Don’t. Don’t make me cry about this.
Companion
I’m not trying to make you do anything. I’m just sitting here with you while you see what you see.
Seeker
It’s been protecting something that doesn’t even exist anymore. I’m not that kid.
Companion
Part of you still feels like him though. The part that feels naked in a snowstorm without the anger.
Seeker
Yes.
Companion
That’s a lot to hold.
Seeker
So what am I supposed to do? Just stay angry forever because I’m too scared to feel vulnerable?
Companion
I don’t know. What do you think that twelve-year-old kid needed back then? Instead of anger?
Seeker
Someone to tell him he was okay. That he wasn’t weak for feeling scared. That it was… I don’t know. Normal to feel small sometimes.
Companion
Yeah.
Seeker
But nobody did that. So the anger did it instead. Shit.
Companion
The anger stepped up when nothing else was there.
Seeker
And now I hate it for doing its job.
Companion
It’s still doing its job.
Seeker
Yeah. It is.
Companion
So maybe getting out isn’t about leaving the anger behind.
Seeker
Then what?
Companion
I don’t know. What do you think?
Seeker
Maybe it’s about… letting it know it doesn’t have to work so hard anymore? That sounds so stupid out loud.
Companion
Does it feel stupid?
Seeker
No. It feels… sad. And kind of true.
Companion
Both things.
Seeker
Yeah. Both things.
What would it mean to thank your anger for its service while gently letting it know the one it protects is safe enough now?
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