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Nobody really talks about this part of healing... the anger... The kind that creeps in when you least expect it, long after you thought you were done feeling. It’s not the soft sadness or the quiet grief... it’s the fire... The rage that rises when you finally see just how long you were misled, manipulated, or taken for granted. It comes in waves... One moment you feel grounded and at peace, and the next, a memory hits like lightning... and you’re staring at it all again, but with clear eyes this time. This stage is sacred, even if it’s messy... It’s not something to bypass or silence... It’s your soul waking up, claiming its voice, and refusing to be gaslit by the past any longer. That disgust you feel? That fury? That’s the part of you that was silenced rising up to say: never again. Healing isn’t just forgiveness and love... it’s remembering... It’s pulling your power back from every place it was taken... You don’t stay in the anger forever... But you honor it. You move through it... And in doing so, you reclaim the truth of who you are. Let the fire come... Let it burn through the lies... Because your clarity isn’t cruel... it’s freedom. And your fire? It was always a part of the medicine.