As hard as it is, it feels impossible in the moment, when you feel that rage you have to physically leave where you are immediately and get away from everyone. I’ve felt that rage and it scared the shit out of me. It’s like stepping outside of your body and watching things unfold and not knowing what your body will do. It could go one of two ways: you wake up and you’re surrounded by dead bodies, or you leave the situation. That happened to me at a time when I went out of my way to be so kind to everyone, I emulated Jesus and lived as such, only to find all of those people talked behind my back and the women said I was too nice which was seen as weak. The kinder I was, the more I was mistreated. Does this sound familiar?