Anger is just Sad's bodyguard

Beloved woman you are a life giver. You nurture life. You are breasted and hold emotion at your bosom. This is the sacred place where a baby grows.

The same way you nurture life, you nurture pain. You hold on to it for years.

To your bosom you bring it, growing it, holding on to it, rocking it, rocking it, rocking it back and forth, back to sleep when it wakes up, shouts, screams, and cries to be held, noticed, released...demanding that you nurture it.

You keep it alive Beloved.

It has become a growth on you...in you It sucks life out of you every time you give in to it...give life to it.

In order to go to the next level dear woman, you must wean it from your bosom. Only you can wean...it...that...them Do it COLD HARD TURKEY (if you have to)! It's time to nurture yourself and give life back to yourself.