Sore Throat

I spent fifteen minutes screaming at God the other day.



Actually it was my therapist who suggested it. I'm angry, and the one I'm most angry at is God, if you want to put a face on it. I'm not going to go into the details of my reasons, even a blogger gets a little privacy, but my life has felt like the target of a bored cat, something to be played with. So right or wrong, that's how I feel and the anger and frustration I harbor fills me more and more. So she says I won't heal until I deal with the anger.

So I shouted at God, told the deity(if any) what I thought of someone who would play around with someone's life as it feels mine has been played with. Said things that two-thirds of the christian community would no doubt declare put my down payment on lake-front property in Hell. If so at the moment being damned feels neither better nor worse than I was before.


All it really seemed to get me was a sore throat.