This resonated with me Natalie, as someone who was uncomfortable (and still is to some extent) with the emotion of anger, I found that in grief, when it wasn't acknowledged and permitted firstly by myself , followed by it appearing unpalatable to others, it felt like a morass of oily sludge that oozed out in a trail adjacent to my steps in daily life. I am more comfortable with the knowledge that I will experience grieving anger forever but reassured that it is not a constant presence in my days in the same way joy and excitement are not constants either.
This resonated with me Natalie, as someone who was uncomfortable (and still is to some extent) with the emotion of anger, I found that in grief, when it wasn't acknowledged and permitted firstly by myself , followed by it appearing unpalatable to others, it felt like a morass of oily sludge that oozed out in a trail adjacent to my steps in daily life. I am more comfortable with the knowledge that I will experience grieving anger forever but reassured that it is not a constant presence in my days in the same way joy and excitement are not constants either.