The Rage Behind My Resilience

They said rage made me difficult. But I’ve learned it made me dangerous—to the silence, to the shame, to the systems that thrive when we stay quiet. This piece is about the fire behind my fight, and how anger shaped me into someone who refuses to stay small.

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