Moving on not as easy as it seems

There are parts of me that I now realize have been trying to move on from something or other for the past 16 years. And the other part of me is fighting that transition. That part of me is anger. Fire. Fight. I've been angry for a long time now. It's given me my fire, my passion, my personality for so long. But as I get older, my anger is beginning to smolder. I'm getting tired. I realized long ago that it wasn't healthy to be holding onto this. But letting go is harder than it sounds. So this blog will be my journey. Letters to people who have scarred me, with names changed of course. I need to get this stuff off my chest before I can let it go I think. So here goes.