Finding my freedom,
one angry blog at a time.
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Kia ora, I’m Roselle.
⬅️⬅️ I look very happy ⬅️⬅️
And I am.
And there are parts of me that hurt deeply.
Parts of me that have been boxed up and sent to live far, far, far away because I was told they were dangerous to have.
Turns out, it’s not possible for me to be me, and offer all my gifts to the world without all my parts.
This is me claiming my right to be angry.
Anger isn’t the enemy that we’ve been taught to believe it was.
Honouring the parts of me that believe they are doing the right thing.
Owning my right to joy, pleasure and connection.