Why are women so angry?

It feels like the collective female consciousness is angry. I feel it, and I’ve heard other women say the same. We’re frustrated. We’re irritable. We’re anxious. We’re overworked. We’re underpaid.

I can’t help but think that women today carry generations worth of rage. Generations worth of betrayal, abuse, exploitation, and assault. We’ve been raped and used for childbearing. We’ve been told to be more submissive and quieter.

And we’re really fucking angry.

I think feminism in so many ways is in response to this generational rage. Women are waking up to a reality where they’re expected to do most of labor in managing a family, but get the least credit. We’ve been groomed to prioritize everyone else’s feelings above our own.

We see the rage of women in music and art and literature, but it’s so often dismissed or frowned upon. Not only do we carry the rage of all of our mothers and mother’s mothers, we’ve also been taught it’s inappropriate to express that rage.

Constantly in a battle between resentment and acceptance.

The Hindu goddess Kalima teaches us about rage. She’s the embodiment of primordial feminine rage, and teaches women that we have far more power than we realize. She lives inside all of us. You may feel her stirring inside you when you think someone’s hurt your child. You may feel her speed your heart up when you realize you’ve been betrayed and are experiencing scorn. She shows up when we need the confidence to set boundaries and assert ourselves. She shows up when it’s time to devour the demon.

What I really want to communicate, is that it’s OK if you’re angry. It’s OK if you’re enraged. And it’s worth considering whether there may be generational trauma, generational rage, generational pain that needs healing.

When you heal yourself, you heal your family line.