Rage is Often Grief in Armor

Rage doesn’t always mean danger. Sometimes it means, “No one protected me, so now I protect myself—with fire.”

For some, rage isn’t about control. It’s about survival.

It’s what happens when no one taught you how to cry safely—so your sadness sets the room on fire instead.

The ache to be seen, held, not abandoned—that’s all of us.

We just express it at different volumes.