In 2022 the Anger Project facilitated 12 on-line sessions and 2 off-site activities. During our workshops we dance, sing, paint, scream, draw, write, play, smash things and engage in a series of embodiment activities designed to bring us into deeper relationship with ourselves. Currently by invitation only, safety, anonymity and privacy are paramount to this work.

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Creations

Anger Project Visual Podcast Series

The Anger Project is currently working on a series of visual podcasts, each one highlighting someone's anger story through movement and conversation. If you would like to take part in a visual podcast please reach out via our contact page.

Haas (2023 Excerpt)

Helen Lee (2023 Excerpt)

Anger Project Workshops

Below are creations 2022 workshop participants were open to sharing. By invitation only, safety, anonymity and privacy are paramount to this work; some participants asked to be anonymous contributors.

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Love Letter To My Anger

I want you to eat the house down,

break it between your fingers,

grind it through your teeth.

I keep waiting

for the day you'll

free me.

Make sure my dad is inside please.

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WRITING BY ANONYMOUS (SERIES 1)

Grief Workshop Freewrite Exercise

Facilitated by Maria Renée Johnson

Enough to take me away or down or to the edge of the ocean where I'd sit and scream if I could feel it or see the moon or hold a candle in my hand and wait wait wait to tell you all the things I tried when you closed your ears and mind and tried to eat me. To silence what was there. My face. And voice. And still. Enough. Be still. Don't cry. Don't talk. Don't tell. Pretend. Enough. Enough isn't enough. To push you off the edge of the earth. To bury my heart. To hide the things I saw and know. You. Told me to sit still. Stay quiet. Enjoy it. Forget. Enough. Of you and your sadness and the hole you dropped me in. Enough of the walls I've build inside me at your request. Enough. To say and eat and pray and feel and be. I am enough. I've had enough. Of you. Forever. I told you once that I saw it, both of us falling in your lies. And wondered what I would have without them.

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WRITING BY HAAS (SERIES 2)

Scream Workshop Writing Exercise

Facilitated by Whitney Bradshaw of the OUTCRY Project

The silence has made me agreeable, scared, cautious. It has caused dis-ease in my body. I often have this fear that I've done some terrible, egregious thing even though I understand, intellectually, that I haven't. But the feelings, emotions, sensations and stress hormones live within the body. The inability to express this and be validated, supported and accepted has caused new trauma. To live in a state of disassociation. Rarely saying what I need or want; or saying it and then allowing people to consistently cross those boundaries. I've willingly brought toxic people into my most intimate spaces. Over and over and over again. Narcissists. Predators. I've learned to be invisible, to suffer silently. Recreating dynamics where I was a body to be used and discarded. My family taught me well; people who don't understand (or care) that love is an action not a word to be tossed around with heart emojis on social media. But oh they sure look good.

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WRITING BY ANONYMOUS (SPECIAL WORKSHOP)