Anger? Anger? I don't have anger. I'm just sad. At least that's what I always believed. As I've been working through the memories, my wife and T(s) have helped me realize that maybe when I want to "gesture," scream and curse at other drivers, maybe it isn't just about the fact that they're driving too slowly, or they cut me off, et cetera.
Normally, I'm a very peaceful, even passive person. But, oh, boy, do I have some lingering anger. Something I'm just starting to acknowledge and deal with. I guess it comes with the territory. Hang in there.
Wish that I could cry
Fall upon my knees
Find a way to lie
About a home Iíll never see
It may sound absurd...but donít be naive
Even heroes have the right to bleed
I may be disturbed...but wonít you concede
Even heroes have the right to dream
Itís not easy to be me