11/20/2025
I wanted to share my journal entry I wrote tonight in hopes that it will encourage some of you to give it a try.
Scorpio New Moon
Wednesday Nov. 19th, 2025
Journal Entry: Cooking Down My Anger
Today I’m noticing something intense simmering inside me — anger. Not a loud, explosive kind, but a slow, steady boil that lives in my body like a pot left too long on the stove. I don’t like how it feels, even when it’s justified. I get almost afraid of it, like it will swallow me whole if I let it bubble up too much.
Anger shows up before I even have the words for it. My stomach knots, my jaw tightens, my shoulders crawl up toward my ears. Sometimes it feels like my body remembers anger before my mind catches up. And honestly… that scares me. Because I can feel how anger changes me. Not just my mood, but my breathing, my thoughts, my presence. I don’t feel like myself when I hold onto it.
For so long, I thought pushing anger away made me a better person — calmer, more spiritual, more “in control.” But I’m realizing something: burying anger doesn’t dissolve it. It buries me with it. It spills into my nervous system, my sleep, my energy, like a heavy fog that refuses to lift. Holding onto anger doesn’t punish the people who hurt me. It winds itself around my nerves and squeezes tight.
It’s like drinking poison and hoping the bitterness stains someone else’s tongue.
I don’t want to let anger rule me, but I don’t want to pretend it isn’t there anymore either. Anger isn’t the enemy. It’s a messenger. It’s trying to show me where I’ve been silent too long, where my boundaries cracked, where something in me is asking to be protected. Maybe anger is not here to make me hard… but to help me stand up for myself without losing softness.
So today, I’m choosing to listen to what anger is trying to say — without letting it scorch me from the inside. I want to feel it honestly, speak from it responsibly, then let it move, breathe, and eventually simmer down, instead of burning me alive. I want to let peace rise in the space where old anger no longer needs to stay.
Today, I’m not trying to “fix” anger. I’m trying to let it teach me, then release me.
“I let anger speak without letting it stay.”