I’ve had a link sitting in my drafts folder for a bit that I wanted to point to:
A friend’s social media post, in which she discusses another person’s comment of “I really think a sizable proportion of the population has become addicted to being angry” with the sage response of “I think a lot of them are doing it because it’s more enjoyable to be angry than to be depressed.”
– bethanyg, “Choosing Happy”
And it wasn’t until catching up with Agatha All Along that I realized what I’d been waiting for:
ALICE
When mom died, I stopped believing everything she ever taught me. I was so angry. Part of me hoped that the road wasn’t real so that I could stay angry.
LILIA
Now you know that it was all for you. And that makes you sad. Sad is better than angry.
Looking at these two, and thinking about a lot of what I’ve been seeing and feeling this year, it clicks for me.
Feeling angry? You can always blame it on the source of your anger for causing your reaction (even though it’s not true).
Feeling sad? Sure there may be events that trigger it, but it’s easier to understand in the moment that sadness is your reaction, and not something being forced on you.
Anger is a weapon looking for a target. Sadness is a wound that needs time and care.