Anger Is Where I Go First
When things feel uncertain or overwhelming, I don’t feel anxious first. I feel angry. It’s my default response—fast, sharp, and familiar. I hate this about myself. I don’t want to live my life as an angry man, constantly irritated at the world and everyone in it. I know, logically, that my anger doesn’t actually hurt the people I’m angry at—it only eats away at me. And yet, there it is. Again and again.
Welcome
This is a space for people who look like they’re doing fine—but know, deep down, that they were meant for more.
On paper, my life works. I’ve built a career, raised a family, stayed faithful, and done what was asked of me. I know how to be responsible. I know how to endure. I know how to keep things moving. What I’m learning—slowly and honestly—is that survival was never meant to be the whole story.