Have you ever stared at a blank page, a canvas, or a musical instrument, feeling utterly devoid of inspiration? That frustrating sense of being creatively blocked, stuck in a rut, unable to tap into the flow of ideas and expression? It's a feeling many of us know all too well- myself included.

Perhaps you've tried every trick in the book - brainstorming, taking breaks, seeking external inspiration - but nothing seems to break through the dam. You want to express yourself authentically, but something feels constricted and held back.

Up until recently, if you'd asked me, I would have smugly said, "I'm not an angry person, it’s just not something I experience." But life, as it often does, had a few lessons in store for me when I became a parent. As I've gone on my own journey of self-discovery, I've come to realise that anger has been lurking beneath the surface all along.

Growing up in a household where anger was seen as a "bad" emotion, I learned to suppress it, to bury it deep within so I could still be a “good girl”. Over time, I developed a clever disguise for my anger: sadness. In my family sadness is more acceptable, more palatable, and somehow less threatening. Sadness got hugs. Anger got silent treatment.