I’ve been doing a LOT of thinking and remembering and contemplating and pondering and I think I thunk. I was talking with my counselor about all I had written (93 entries) about my life with the Grunge. And toward the end of our session, she stopped and said, “You have so much anger and rage caged up inside you. What are you going to do with it?” I told her I wanted my experiences to help others, and she smiled and said, “That wasn’t the question. What are you going to do with all that is eating you up inside? Are you going to let it destroy you or are you going to let it go so you can LIVE for once.”
Odd question I’ll admit. But the meds only numb the pain. The writing brings the pain. I haven’t grasped the concept of letting go of the pain and anger and rage. How can I help others if I have this caged pissed off dragon inside? So I began to think.
I took each memory I had written. Re-read them one at a time. Then I put then in the fire in the fireplace. And as I did that, I told myself that memory is history, it cannot hurt me anymore unless I let it. It’s time to unlock the cage and release the dragon!