I admit, sometimes I use writing as an outlet for venting frustration because it’s not a strong suit of mine to openly vent verbally.
As much as I’ve enjoyed many of my occupations & volunteer pursuits over time, I’m finding I’m processing & shedding a lot of baggage I wasn’t even aware I had been carrying around up until very recently.
This whole transplant process I’ve found has awoken some internal anger in me that I had just “sucked up” & buried for years. Occasionally, I see it surface or bleed out in conversations & thoughts.
I don’t think it’s negative to put it out there or admit to it.