Why Your Rage Is Holy, and Staying Calm Is Killing You

🎵 I turned this into a song.

You can stream it everywhere—Spotify, Apple Music, YouTube, TikTok, all of it.

Just search Loui Crow and press play.

🔥 THE TANTRUM IS THE TORCH: Why Your Rage Deserves to Breathe

This is what happens when silence breaks its vow and sings through flame.

You Are the Storm. Stop Praying for Clear Skies.

Let’s cut the crap.

The tantrum is the torch. That fire in your belly? It’s not a flaw. It’s the map. It's the only GPS we’ve got. The world taught you that your calmness was currency. That your silence made you sacred. That being easy to swallow made you worthy.

Lie.

Who Benefits From Your Calm?

Let me ask you something real:

Who benefits from your calm?

'Cause it’s not your liver. It’s not your digestion. It’s not your jaw. It’s sure as heck not your future.

Your rage is not a meltdown. It’s a message.

It is your body’s final attempt to get you the hell out of a life you never consented to.

It is your inner child pulling the fire alarm because no adult showed up.

It is the scream stuck in your mother’s throat.
It is the slammed door your father never allowed.
It is the fight that froze, then fermented.
And now it wants OUT.

So Go Ahead

Slam the pillow.
Break the plate.
Scream in your car.
Shiver. Sob. Shake your hands.

Not because you’re broken. Because you’re trying to finish the sentence your nervous system never got to speak.

“But what if I get stuck in rage?”

You’re already stuck, baby crow.
In a sick system. In a fake smile. In a chronic pain loop with a tight neck and a numb gut.

Anger is not the trap. Repression is.

✨ The Science of Rage-Fitting: Why Your Body Needs the Freakout

You think toddlers are unhinged? No. They’re free. A tantrum is a full-body truth. It completes a stress cycle.

Your body is not meant to sit still while it's screaming inside.
Letting it move is the medicine.

Somatic therapy calls this completing the defensive response.
Abraham Hicks calls it emotional momentum.
I call it your nervous system trying to save your life.

You want clarity? You gotta earn it with rage.

You can’t manifest from apathy.
You can't quantum leap while playing dead.
But anger? Anger is a rocket.

It says:
"Get the f*ck out. Run. Speak. Punch the veil. Find the door."

Your nervous system isn’t trying to sabotage you. It’s trying to graduate you.

⚡ What Actually Happens in a Rage Fit

Adrenaline rises.
Muscles tense.
Blood leaves your gut to fuel your limbs.

You are a biological miracle of warpaint and wisdom.
Your fists want to speak.
Your breath wants to come back.

And when you move the rage through?

✅ That tight chest? Looser
✅ That foggy brain? Sharper
✅ That shallow breath? Full

It’s a ceremony.
Rage-fitting = trauma exit ritual.

🍇 Why This Works (and Why Your Family Called It Dangerous)

Because your rage threatened the spell.

The spell that said:
"Be good." "Be sweet." "Don’t cause a scene."

Translation?
Don’t make me feel.

They weren’t scared of your anger.
They were scared it would wake them up.

They were scared your voice might end their illusion.

Let it.

Your rage is the part of you that still believes you deserve better.
It’s the heat beneath the no.
It’s the sacred rebel that refused to assimilate.

✨ Abraham Hicks & The Emotional Guidance System

Don’t bypass this:
Abraham Hicks puts rage above fear, guilt, depression.

Why?
Because it has momentum.
Because it means your spirit hasn't given up.

The scale moves like this:

Powerlessness → Grief → Fear → Anger → Frustration → Hope → Clarity → JOY

You can’t skip rungs.

You want joy? You gotta ride the rage.

🐦 My Toddler Throws Tantrums Like Spells

He yells. He flails. He sobs. He storms.
Then? He breathes. He resets. He LAUGHS.

No shame.
No residue.
Just movement.

He doesn’t need therapy.
He needs freedom.

We call it a tantrum.
But it’s a release.
A detox.
A nervous system prayer.

We shame kids out of it.
Then spend 30 years trying to get it back.

💥 Try This Rage-Fit Recipe

Set a timer for 2 minutes
Get alone (car, bathroom, bedroom)

✅ Punch a pillow
✅ Shake your hands
✅ Sob if it comes
✅ Make SOUND. Even if it's weird.

Breathe. Drink water. Laugh if it shows up.

Bonus points:
Write down what you couldn’t say back then.
Burn it. Scatter the ashes. Call it holy.

💭 Final Truth

Rage is sacred. Rage is a sword. Rage is a boundary with breath in it.

Your tantrum is not a crisis.
It is your ceremony.

Let the house wake up.
Let the scream get loud.
Let your jaw unclench.
Let your body finish what the silence started.

Because the tantrum is the torch.

And baby crow?

The flame was never the problem.
It was the cage they tried to keep it in.

This is what happens when silence breaks its vow and sings through flame.

💔 What pain or struggle is this blog addressing?
The shame around anger. Especially for women and survivors—those who were trained to be “the calm one,” to never make a scene, to keep the peace at their own expense. This blog speaks to those choking on unspoken truths, those burning out from being polite.

By the end: the reader feels validated, holy, and electrified. Like their body just got permission to be what it already knew it was: alive.