Anger is an Ugly Thing

I am committed to living happy. To surviving the wish I made at seven of growing up to be happy. A simple wish. But life has a way to fuck you when you least expect it. I don’t know about you but I have a real hard time living with my feet in two different places. I just don’t function well, being of two minds. So when I work my version of the “the program” to be happy and someone commits an act so vile that it shakes you the core of your being- it’s hard to be happy.

Yes I have left a message for my therapist. Whose super secret personal line, the one it has taken me over ten years to finally get access to, has an out going message that says she will return the call “in a few days.” This is supposed to be my Bat-line. The one I call when I’m going down and going down fast- and her message to me and every other caller already has a disclaimer? Now I can add her to my list of wrongs. I’m angry and it’s ugly.