My anger is a tantrum of my frightened self, like a child in need of love that I alone must provide. I cannot expect anyone else to see the pain beyond my anger. It is my responsibility to soften my behavior. Indulging my anger is an act of self-sabotage, as it pushes away the very love I need. Today, if I am tempted to anger, I will pray for a miracle to set me free. I am committed to love as the way to heal whatever it is that has thrown me off course.
