You swallow it until you can't. Then it comes out sideways. At your kids. Your partner. The guy in the parking lot.

And then the shame.

For millennia, women have been taught that an angry woman is a bad woman. Too much. Crazy. A bitch.

So we minimize it. Smile through it. Swallow it to keep the peace.

That's a problem.

Swallowed anger doesn't go away. It turns into resentment. Into snapping at the people you love. Into a body that's tight, hard, braced all the time.

Or it goes under and turns into numb.

It's time to stop swallowing it.
Your anger isn't the problem. It's information. It's life force with direction. It's your body saying no, this isn't okay.