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Female Rage and My Passage into Motherhood: A Journey of Grief, Healing, and Transformation

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Body Full of Stars: Female Rage and My Passage into Motherhood

by Molly Caro May

4.6 out of 5

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Before I became a mother, I had no idea about the rage that would consume me. It was a fire that burned in my belly, a primal force that threatened to erupt at any moment. I felt like a volcano on the verge of exploding, and I was terrified of what might happen if I let go.

I had always been a passionate and intense person, but nothing could have prepared me for the overwhelming emotions that motherhood would unleash within me. It was a rollercoaster of joy, love, and fulfillment, but it was also a journey of grief, loss, and anger.

The first time I felt the rage was when I was pregnant with my first child. I was in the middle of a difficult pregnancy, and I was feeling overwhelmed and exhausted. One day, I was at the grocery store when I saw a woman who was visibly pregnant. She was glowing, and she had a look of peace on her face. I couldn't help but feel a wave of envy wash over me. I wanted to be like her, but I felt like I was failing.

I went home and cried for hours. I was angry at myself for not being able to enjoy my pregnancy. I was angry at the world for not being fair. And I was angry at my body for not cooperating.

The rage continued after my daughter was born. I was struggling with postpartum depression, and I was feeling isolated and alone. I couldn't believe that I had brought a child into this world, and I was terrified that I wasn't going to be able to take care of her.

One day, I was changing my daughter's diaper when she started to cry. I tried to soothe her, but nothing worked. I felt a wave of frustration and anger wash over me. I wanted to shake her, but I knew that I couldn't. So I put her down in her crib and walked away.

I went into the bathroom and screamed. I screamed until I couldn't breathe. I screamed until my throat was raw. I screamed until I felt like I was going to explode.

When I was finally able to calm down, I realized that I needed to find a way to deal with my rage. I couldn't keep bottling it up inside. I needed to find a way to express it in a healthy way.

I started to talk to my therapist about my anger. I also started to write about it in my journal. I found that writing helped me to process my emotions and to make sense of what I was going through.

I also started to connect with other mothers who were struggling with rage. I found that I wasn't alone. There were other women who understood what I was going through. We shared our stories and supported each other through the tough times.

Over time, I began to heal. I learned to accept my anger as a part of me. I learned to express it in a healthy way. And I learned to forgive myself for not being perfect.

Motherhood is a transformative journey. It is a journey of love, loss, and growth. And it is a journey that is often accompanied by rage. But rage is not something to be ashamed of. It is a powerful emotion that can be used for good. It can be used to fight for what is right. It can be used to create change. And it can be used to heal.

If you are a mother who is struggling with rage, know that you are not alone. There are other women who understand what you are going through. And there is hope. You can heal. You can find peace. And you can use your rage to make the world a better place.

Body Full of Stars: Female Rage and My Passage into Motherhood

by Molly Caro May

4.6 out of 5