Note to reader: I am using this space and place to post parts of a new slip-fiction novel series I am working on, Left Brain Right, the story of a young girl who hears voices. Left-Brain excerpts will be from her care-takers’ point of view or the point of view of the friends and family around her, while right-brain excerpts will describe how she sees the situation. I will not be posting the whole story, but I will be posting practical tips when dealing with someone, or one’s own self, as they are going through traumatic, or not so traumatic, experiences.

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How today’s story excerpt can help you:

Theme: If we keep ignoring anger, rage, or any other negative emotion, it will grow to the size of a giant, make us sick, and become unmanageable on our own.  If, however, we address it daily, and tell it,”you have no power over me.” Ask it why it came, then those negative emotions are reduced down to the size of a gnat.  Annoying, but manageable.

Point of View: Michelle’s (Right Side)

Anger
Spirit Time

She didn’t want her grandmother to leave!
She didn’t want to step onto the wheel of life!
She didn’t even know what that crap meant
anyway.

Deep within her soul
something new formed,
something dark
that she was trying to hold back.

Anger,
who wanted to rage
against her grandmother,
against her death.

She held it back,
because she was afraid that if she let it go,
her innocents, her purity, her goodness
would be shattered—forever.

Coming out of no where
a growl boomed over her
and commanded her to,
“Hit me!”

The Thundering towered over Michelle.
He held out his bolder-like palms
so the she could unleash the rage,
if she choose to.

And choose too, she did.
She screamed, she yelled,
she hit the Thunder being’s palms
until her own knuckles were bleeding.

Until she was so spent,
he legs collapsed beneath her
and the Thunder Being picked her up
and held her against his solid chest.

This should have comforted her,
but it didn’t.
she felt as though her rage
had unleashed something.

Yet before she could figure out what that was,
her mind whirl pooled
into exhaustion
and sucked her consciousness into a deep sleep.

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