There’s personal anger, but underneath there’s often universal rage; and when we are possessed, God help the man who’s on the end of that.
Deep rage is not about the man. Deep rage is this :
Nobody ever saw me. Nobody ever heard me. As long as I can remember, I’ve had to perform. When I tried to be myself, I was told. That’s not what you think. That’s not what you ought to do.
So, just like my mother and her mother, I put on a false face, My life became a lie. That’s deep rage. (And an even deeper loss.)