MY ANGER IS NOT SHAME. IT IS FREEDOM.. You're the 'angry daughter' You're damn right I am. Because I grew up tiptoeing around the storms in rooms I never created. Because I learned to read faces before I could read sentences. Because silence was survival, and truth was dangerous. Because I carried the weight of other people's tempers like it was my responsibility to calm the fire they lit. Because I made myself small just to feel safe. Now my anger isn't rebellion - it's release. It's the sound of me no longer swallowing my voice. It's proof that I finally stopped apologizing for existing too loudly."