I am committed to ‘doing the work’. Sometimes this means a metaphorical barefoot stroll on manicured lawn, other times I am body slammed against the sheer cliff face of my own stubbornness.
The roundabout of unresolved anger and disappointment willingly revisited is like agreeing to a daily paint ball session, blindfolded while wearing a mankini. Seriously, would you?
But we do. Perhaps we are addicted to the emotional trauma? Is feeling angry preferable to feeling nothing at all?
There is a desire for karma to prevail, for balance to be restored and for those that treat others with contempt, to be held to account.
Embracing the state of being uncomfortable, is accepting that life is not fair and that justice may not be realised.
But when that injustice is targeted towards your elderly father, for me, a brand new kind of anger recently emerged.