Anger – you dirty SOB. You are the root of so many things and rest in so many of us. You control, blame, hate and cause so much damage on a physical, mental and emotional level. This battle really is within ourselves. Stage 3 – bargaining and anger. I hate to admit it, but they became 2 very good friends of mine!

The funny thing about anger was, I didn’t realize  I hit that emotion until years later. There were very few times I remember being angry at her, and when it did arise, it was always short lived. I was far too consumed by guilt to be angry, after all, I felt as though it was largely my fault that she decided to  leave. The amazing thing about anger that I’ve noticed is, it’s rarely directed at the actual cause or source of where it’s been festering. Instead, it overflows into other aspects of our lives, and that was exactly the case here. For me, it primarily overflowed into my home life and job. It came through in various forms, but it was most blatantly directed at my fiancé at the time. Why you ask? Why not!? I mean, it was his fault I never did half of the things she wanted me too. It was his fault that I said ‘no’ to her every time she asked, it was his fault I felt too guilty to even ask if I could. It was his fault I ever thought I had to ask to begin with, or feared a fight would stem from it. It was his fault he didn’t understand it, at least not to the caliber we felt it anyways (according to me). It was his fault he had 3 siblings and I didn’t. Blame and anger are identical twins. Where you have 1, you’ll likely find the other. The finger that points outwards is never as powerful as the 3 pointing back at you!

I had just started my new job 2 weeks prior to her death, and I’d have to admit that a fair amount of anger was also taken out on the patients, in a non-obvious way. The only thing I could focus on for years after was how our Oncology patients at least got the opportunity to say goodbye. Every time I roomed someone or knew another person was going to hospice, that was my jealous thought towards them. As far as I was concerned, at least they had the chance to get their affairs in order, to say all of the things they wanted too, do the things they wanted, kiss and hug them before putting them in the ground – in fact – they had no idea how fortunate they were! A terrible comparison but it was the truth. It was my thought process, I was so jealous of those that had that ‘one more day’. I hated and resented them for getting the one thing I couldn’t have.  That was my anger. I was pissed this was now my life. And even more, I was pissed that I had to look at myself in the mirror, reminding myself of all I did or didn’t do. I hated myself for the responsibility I felt. But, who else was I going to blame? I had all I could do to just function and attempt to half ask cope, the hell if I could handle taking responsibility for my own actions, therefore I would reside in this god forsaken hell hole of my own pain and suffering. 

It didn’t come through as direct ‘anger’ in the form one would think. I wasn’t throwing shit or screaming and yelling – I just turned cold and bitter and more continuously resentful. My sarcasm in general increased, I internalized more, kept making myself stay buried in the hell that I honestly didn’t think I was going to come out of, or perhaps secretly didn’t want to. As years and other circumstances in my life unfolded, anger became my closest friend. I began to let others dictate and influence me in ways that only drove me deeper. I learned to cope with more self destructive habits, always wanting the temporary escape. It’s funny what a demon anger is, what it controls, how it’s expressed and even more fascinating – is how it’s justified. How we force ourselves to succumb to the depths of it.

Now bargaining – that one I had mastered within a day! I would’ve signed any contract with the devil and there were many lives aside from hers I was willing to exchange! There was next to nothing I wouldn’t give to just at least just be able to apologize. But then again, that’s what everyone says in a time like this, right? Aren’t we all great bargainers? It doesn’t even take something tragic to start signing away our souls. I mean shit, I was making deals with the devil for a pair of Girbaud jeans for Christmas by the age of 10!  Sacrifice my dog for a CD player? Pfff, if that’s all it takes to say I own one – consider it did! Ha 

Why is it that when shit starts hitting the fan is when we decide to hit our knees? Then the real begging, pleading and bargaining begins, and the stakes are high! Ever wonder why we wait until things have hit that point to start looking up? Why do we need these life altering circumstances to force us back into reality? To force us into the here and now, to reevaluate what and who is most important. Only then do we understand another’s pain and truly empathize with their story. Only then do we recall the damage we’ve done onto others and then swear that you’ll never inflict pain on another soul again. Just like we swear off drinking after waking up with a bad hangover. 😉 It’s these times that make us take a look around at what we’ve had sitting right in front of us the entire time? But then again, if we couldn’t be grateful when we had it, what makes us think we deserve to keep it?

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