



I never knew that the “anger” stage of grief wasn’t angered towards the deceased. No, the anger stage of grief is being irritable and annoyed at the smallest things. Bitter all the time. Withdrawn from friends. Irritated at the guy who won’t walk fast enough. Hostile at any negative feedback or criticism.

My words, thoughts, and emotions are aggressive and critical. I am distant from all the things I used to love about life. I feel jealous towards people who haven’t felt this kind of pain before. I am humiliated by my actions. I get mad at the small things. I’m dismissive and skeptical towards anything and everyone.

The “anger” stage in grief is much more powerful than I ever imagined. It causes me to be someone I am not. I am driving my friends away and then I feel lonely, guilty, vulnerable when they’re gone.

I’m hesitant to talk about it. Anxious all the time. I feel weak and insecure.

Anger is more than just an emotion for me. It feels more like a way of life, a personality trait.