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I learned to hide my anger. It was too loud, too raw. I buried my grief. Too deep, too heavy. But what I pushed away began to lead me quietly until I no longer recognized myself. Anger is not an enemy. Grief is not a mistake. Both are power, just unshaped. And somewhere in between, when I felt everything I had tried to avoid, this truth appeared: I am no longer afraid of fear.d

I wanted change, but without risk. I waited, told myself stories and held myself back. Change began when I stopped pretending. This is not feel-good coaching. It’s honest. And maybe a mirror for you too.