How does it feel. To let yourself be taken over by anger. By frustration. It’s infuriating isn’t it. How helpless you really are. That’s what happens when you leave things to others. When you leave your future in the hands of someone other than yourself. Don’t let this anger go to waste. It’s fuel. The best kind. Tiredness won’t be able to hold a finger up to you right now. Let it out. Let it all out. Don’t hold on to this. You have to get back up. You have to try again, somehow someway you have to figure it out. It didn’t work this time around that’s fine. Now you know. The waiting is over you can carry on with your life. So find something else. Don’t forget who you are. Who you’ve made yourself to be. Show yourself why you created this new you. How not even this can slow you down. It can only strengthen your resolve. I know it hurts, so let it hurt. It’ll feel that much better when you finally make it.
How does it feel? To be cornered by frustration, to feel like every ounce of control is slipping through your fingers. You’re caught in the middle of a storm, and every decision, every delay, every failure feels like a knife twisting deeper. But that’s where the beauty lies, isn’t it? This anger isn’t your enemy—it’s the reminder that you care, that you’re alive, that you’re still fighting. It’s proof that you haven’t given up. You could’ve let go long ago, but here you are, burning brighter with every misstep.
Let the anger seep into your muscles, fuel each motion, each movement forward. Anger can be destructive, yes, but it can also be transformative. If you hold it carefully, channel it deliberately, it can become the fire that keeps you moving when everything else would have you stop. It’s not about letting it consume you but letting it power you. You’ve been in the dark before; you’ve seen what it does to a person. You know how to use it now. This isn’t new territory—it’s familiar ground that you’ve claimed for yourself time and time again.
You don’t have the luxury of wallowing. There’s no time to sit and think about how unfair it all is, how tired you are, how hard the road ahead looks. That’s not who you are anymore. Every delay, every disappointment, every setback—those are just checkpoints on the way to something greater. If you were capable of being stopped, you’d have quit a long time ago. But you didn’t. And you won’t.
So feel it. Let it course through your veins, but don’t let it blind you. Channel it into the actions that will propel you forward. Take that frustration and hammer it into progress. Let it be the weight that builds you, the resistance that strengthens you. You’ve been here before, and you’ve walked out stronger every single time.
You know what’s waiting for you at the end of this. It’s not just the relief of making it; it’s the pride of knowing you didn’t break, the satisfaction of proving to yourself once again that you can carry the weight of the world and still stand tall. You’re not just creating a new you; you’re solidifying who you’ve always been. So let it hurt, let it burn, but don’t stop. You’ll thank yourself when you finally make it.
