Rage

Whenever I feel rage, it makes me sick to my stomach. Often times, I will have a dream that night where I am expressing my rage. Last night, I was at a popular camping spot and I was having a hard time parking properly because the rage was clouding my mind. Then I was trying to set up my tent and the zipper was tangled, but another woman was trying to help me untangle it when it could only be a one person job. Our hands were obscuring each others' view and making the job twice as hard. That's when I acknowledged my rage. Now that I think about it, the rage had been building throughout the dream. Previously to being in the car I was lost in a store and then went out a door with a suspiciously wet bar handle.

Rage is often only something that can be elicited from family members, close friends, or partners. Family members and partners are the most likely culprits.

I feel rage when I am being held accountable for a significant event that was not in my control.
I feel rage when I am being judged or told not to feel how I am naturally feeling.
I feel rage when I am touched in a way or by someone that I do not want to touch me.
I feel rage when I think about times that these events have happened.

I have recently been studying boundaries. Psychological boundaries, and the importance of their existence. Some interesting aspects came to light:

Some people will try to fight my boundaries when I put them in place.
Some people will be angry when I state my boundaries.
In order to establish my boundaries, I cannot take others' feelings into account.
My boundaries are to protect me, they will also benefit my relationships in the long term by allowing me to be closer and more comfortable.
I do not need to explain or justify my boundaries.
Refusing to accept genuine compliments is a sign of poor boundaries.
Setting boundaries is not a selfish act.