It tells us we are being reborn, and birthing hurts. The hurt makes us angry. Anger is the firestorm that signals the death of our old life. Anger is the fuel that propels us into our new one. Anger is a tool, not a master.
Anger is our friend.
Not a gentle friend. But a very, very loyal friend. It will always tell us when we have been betrayed. It will always tell us when we betray ourselves. It will always tell us that it is time to act in our own best interests.