Engage the Rage

I think the type of anger I have is a little closer to rage.

A thick, stifling, deep, dark red rage.

It sometimes feels like my blood is literally boiling under my skin.

Bubbling up at least.

I can feel it in my veins when I’m angry.

My face flushes.

I become aggressive and unpredictable.

I get completely irrational.

Even just a few moments before the anger takes over.

I can’t think straight.

I start having these circular thoughts when it happens.

Obsessing over every shitty thing that can flash in front of my mind at once.

Every horrible thing that everyone has ever said to me.

There’s also whatever bullshit the voices say layered on that.

I’ve come to understand that my voices sometimes just repeatedly mimic past situations.

Once someone calls me a name.

Or laughs at me wrong.

Or says a specific sentence.

A specific word even.

Once the situation happens, it’s game on for my voices.

They’ll say it on repeat for months.


They don’t care.

They assist me obsessing over shit.

After all, they are this kind of a subconscious for me.

They see everything I do.

Feel everything I feel.

Know everything I know.

It’s like how they say your dreams parallel and reflect every face you’ve ever seen.

After someone sees a face, subconsciously, they never forget it or something like that.

The mind, the subconscious, can’t assemble a new face..

Read about it here.

Something like that.

These voices parrot real and hurtful quotes.

They don’t talk about much that I haven’t thought of before.

So all of this mixes together for me.

At the same time.

These dream faces and head voices and everything else, mix in with reality.

Hence my hallucinations and delusions.

I have SUCH a hard time separating things.

I think that’s where a lot of my frustrations come from.

Confusion, really.

When I see red, and the voices are screaming at everything.

Usually, I can’t contain the rage.

My anger.

Their anger.

The merging of the two.

It takes over and I have to physically relieve it somehow.

So I grunt loudly.

Put one solid fist on the coffee table, or worse.

And scream.

I yell.

I raise my voice.

I cry and holler at whomever the fuck just dared to say something to me.

To dare engage the rage.

I grind my teeth.

I’ve cracked fillings before with my jaw clenching.

I tense every single muscle in my body and can’t dare to let go.

For hours.

Sometimes even days at a time.

I do literally let it take over me.

I snap.

As I look back it’s honestly fucking embarrassing.

So many countless times of me being soooo fuuuucking maaaad.

Breaking shit.

Instantly making a social situation awkward.

Splitting everyone apart from the middle out.

Burning bridges left and right.

One of my ex boyfriends and I would crack up because our discussions and back and forth would clear a room.

Mind you that was in my roarin twenties.

But I used to absolutely think my anger was funny.

My anger issues have definitely been a problem in many different parts of my life.

It leaches out of its cage in me.

It thrives on little, stupid things.

The little things that add up to a ball of meaningless, blinding frustration.

I have walked out of appointments.

I have yelled at doctors.

Anyone really.

And I make scenes.

I hate my anger issues.

They’re alienating and compulsive.

They have an ability to suck me in like no other emotion.

To swallow me whole.

And spit me out in a downtown dumpster.

Recently this has been a different story.

Thank fuck.

I mean, my anger is getting better now.

Very slowly.

Which is better than it staying the same or getting worse.

Like with so many other aspects of my life, I have to change.

I have to start to do something totally different than I have before.

All of these old coping mechanisms are so exhausting.

I noticed that lately, my anger hasn’t taken over like this.

Within a month it happened once.

Where I couldn’t contain it and threw my fist down in anger.

This is a huge thing for me.

Anger and depression are my highs and lows.

I’m glad to have a slow shedding of something that eggs on my shit behaviors.

I always thought I was just an angry person.

Well, I don’t know who wouldn’t be angry with all this fucking chatter all the time.

It’s constant some days.

And I’m finally understanding that the voices have had a lot to do with everything.

They make me SO mad.

They encourage my rage.

They stand there and discuss all of my faults with one another.

I know I’ve always hated myself.

And the rage for sure surfaces out of that.

But my anger feels like it’s just melted away this month.

I haven’t done anything different, ya know?

Then I realized it.

It’s fucking quiet.

It’s the meds.

I’m not hearing this literal constant banter and horrible things being said about me and everything else.

It’s refreshing to not be enraged every moment of every day.

I just my injection again on Tuesday this week.

And I feel really good.

My head feels like it sighed with relief about three hours after the appointment.

I am floored by how much this medicine is helping me. 

I can start to understand and see the work I’ve been putting into my mental health. 

I know I have a long road ahead.

But the fading of this incessant rage I have is freeing.

– Keren

13 responses to “Engage the Rage”

    • I am too. I still have breakthrough symptoms and that’s something that unfortunately, medicine can’t always fix or control. My struggles with anger have been and issue for me for a very long time. But it is nice to see some positive changes in me since I’m able to put in some work now. 💚


  1. I have a lot of rage. And not anger, but actual rage (thank you for explaining that those are both different because they are). I’ve worked on it enough that I no longer lose control often but once in a while I just go berserk and I have to reel myself in again and calm down. I’m glad the meds are helping. I know what it’s like to feel so angry all the time and it’s exhausting.

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    • It really is, isn’t it? I’m so glad you’re able to reel yours in now. I’m starting to feel like I’ll be able to do that easier than in the past. It’s a tough thing to work on!! 💚💚💚

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      • Thanks so much and that’s great that you’re feeling better now. It takes a while but I’m sure the meds and everything will help control the rage. 💕


  2. envy. is how i feel when i read this. isn’t it strange? i have just learned to let it out recently. i’ve had migraines my whole life and only by being angry, the migraines gone! thanks for sharing 🤍

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    • Wow! How fascinating is that? I’m so sorry to hear that you get migraines. Yet it’s great that you’re becoming able to emote it. We have the same destination, but different paths. I love it. Thank you for sharing as well! 💚🪩

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      • i’m so used to bottling it up. even now i feel like i’m going backwards to being silent, shutting down, numb when i’m triggered. i just read your diagnoses and i feel so connected, it’s like i am with you but from a different corner. ps. i got hyperthyroidism 🤷🏻‍♀️

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      • I could absolutely see shutting down when triggered. Fight, flight or freeze type thing. No way you have the hyper?! I hate it so much. My medication is increased about once every two years since I was born.. I’m almost at the max dose now. How wild! I had a feeling we were in the same corner. Life is a tough fight sometimes.

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      • That was a tough one for me too. When my doc said he was adding it on years ago I cried for a week. My constant therapy sessions are helping.. I went through a DBT program too. I actually just started I’m on a DBT workbook by myself. I haven’t gotten far yet. It’s a really hard diagnosis. If you ever need to chat, I’m here. Talking and writing helps the healing 💚

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