Anger is often said to be a healthy emotion. When depressed, you’ll be considered healthy once you can express anger. Anger is a therapeutic emotion, because it excites you, elevates you out of gloom. It’s the sign of LIFE.
In the opposite, sadness is the source of all diseases. If you can’t escape the abyss of sadness, you’ll be forever trapped in depression.You don’t want to eat, you don’t want to be happy, you don’t want to be better: sadness is the herald of DEATH.
HOWEVER: recent mental health literature have recorded that behind depression, there lies anger.
Anger leads to nowhere. Anger sure does fills you with pent-up energy; but it requires a release. After the release, then what? You’re left with an incurable emptiness. Think about it. You slam a door, you shouted out loud, you punched your pillow… then what? Absolutely nothing but emptiness, and a soiled feeling–a feeling that you’re dirtied by anger. You start up full of energy, and you end up hollow.
Sadness, on the other hand, does not lead to an endless tunnel. Sadness IS sad (no pun intended), but after you reach the bottom, you’d feel the need to fill the emptiness with something, anything. Unlike anger, you start out empty, and you end up longing for something.
All best-remembered works of Shakespeare are tragic: Hamlet, Othello, Romeo and Juliet, King Lear… why? Rachmaninoff’s last work is a requiem: Symphonie Pathetique… why?
All tragedy leaves you with the need for fulfillment. It leaves a gaping hole screaming to be filled. Just as you can learn from failure, so can you learn from sadness. Without sorrow, there’s no real joy. Sadness has the power to revive you.
Next time, I’ll choose to be sad rather than mad.🙂
One last word:
My sister is a very expressive person. You can read her by her face. Whether angry or sad, moody or excited, it’s all in obvious display on her face.
I’m not that kind of person. If you think that I’m a nice person because you’ve never seen me angry, then you don’t know the real me at all. If you think that my life is perfect because you’ve never heard me complain, then you don’t know the real me at all. My ‘monster’ shows up only in front of people and friends whom I truly care for. In a sense, my Ms. Hyde is a very shy persona. She’s manipulative and smart: she knows that only certain people can accept her–only those who are so close to me they can never distance themselves away from me. (Hmm… very Edgar Allan Poe-ish)