Hate is such a strong, ugly, nasty word. There are so few words that are as ugly. The words that are as ugly? Usually are related to hate in some way.
Sometimes, if I let myself think too hard I start having hateful feelings. They usually start as sadness. Then anger at the fact that I’m sad. Then the real ugliness tries to creep in.
Because sometimes I’m still so angry.
Angry at what I feel was taken from me.
Angry at what I believe to be unfair treatment towards me.
Angry at actions that I absolutely don’t understand and may never have an explanation for. And even if they were explained I doubt the answer would satisfy me.
It just feels so fucking unfair.
Then I feel my whole body tense. My teeth clench and I only breathe in short, shallow breaths. My shoulders tense up and I can feel my forehead furrow. My nostrils flare. Often I start to shiver.
If I let myself at that point my thoughts start to get so dark and ugly. I have caught myself wishing physical harm and even death on certain individuals. I am not even a little proud of this.
How dare they make me feel this way? How fucking dare they.
Then I remember, I control how I feel. I remind myself to take deep breaths. I unclench my teeth and purposely relax my forehead. I am so not letting them give me wrinkles. I roll my neck from side to side with my eyes closed and focus on my breathing.
I will not hate them. No. It only hurts me. I refuse to let them make me unhappy.
You know what? My life is good. Actually, my life is unbelievably fantastic. No sarcasm. Hating only gives away my control of my feelings and, after all that’s been taken from me, I refuse to allow that to be taken too.
I am still hurt, angry, confused and rejected. However, hate? I will not do that. I will not think it. I do not hate them.
Hate is such a strong, ugly, nasty word. It’s one word that is never allowed in my life.