What My Anger Was Really Trying To Tell Me

When I tell you, I was angry a few weeks ago. I was angry.

It appeared when I saw someone take pieces of what I’ve created from pain and sadness - words and work I’ve poured myself into - and dress them up as their own.

I spent days ruminating on it.

I realized it wasn’t just about the copying, it was about being unseen, about the sacredness of my effort being handled without care.

You see, for years or for most of my life, I’ve been taught to swallow my anger, to keep the peace, to not make a scene. But when I silence this fire, I abandon myself.

I turn away from the truth that anger, too, has wisdom. It points to boundaries crossed, to values ignored, to the parts of me that deserve protecting.

So I gave myself space.

I spent weeks inside the anger, not pushing it away, but really dedicating myself to getting underneath why it felt so controlling.

I journaled about it. I prayed on it. I talked it out loud. And what I realized, because I am so deeply committed to my healing, is that underneath this anger was fear.

So much of what we do comes down to love or fear. And my fear sounded like this: I’m not used to growing this fast on this platform (Tik Tok).

On another platform, I remained stagnant for years, over a decade, at a very low number. I grew accustomed to being small there, almost invisible. And now, to suddenly experience rapid growth and impact, it feels like my body and mind are scrambling to catch up.

Fear whispered to me: Who are you to be seen this way? Am I good enough? What if people come after me?

You see, I’ve watched others grow, only to be torn apart.

So somewhere in me, that memory said, “Be careful - it could happen to you too.” And so the anger towards this person wasn’t really about the copying. It was about me being afraid of expansion, afraid of what comes with being visible, afraid of stepping fully into my growth.

I then turned back to the evidence. In the comments, the messages, the stories of transformation from people touched by sound, and in what I share, I saw something new.

The rise itself is not the danger. The rise is a blessing.

My nervous system just needed time to adjust, to stretch, to believe that I could hold more.

So now, I see the anger differently. It was not here to trap me; it was a signal, an alarm in my body saying, “Look deeper.” And when I did, I found the fear. And when I found the fear, I also found a doorway back to love.

An Invitation for You

If you’ve ever felt anger rising, I invite you to pause and ask yourself: – What is this anger really pointing to? – What fear might be living underneath it? – And how can I support myself while my life expands in ways I once thought impossible?