Depression? Yes. I suppose anger is more gratifying and propelling than the ennui and numbness of depression.
Fear? Well, that is the birthing canal for anger, so they can't be compared.
I don't know, but I do know I'm angry as hell, and the more I recollect about the situation, the angrier I become.
The good thing for me is that anger IS a propulsive force. Now I just have to determine the right action and move forward with it.
For now, I will sit in wait and be silent and watch. But I feel betrayed (angry), fearful (angry), ignored (angry), silenced (angry), invalidated (angry), ostracized (angry), and that my opinion and voice just doesn't fucking matter (very, very, very fucking angry). I also feel nauseous and my heart's beating the fuck out of my chest and my respiration is shallow, short, and elevated.
So in the meantime FUCK THIS SHIT! It is some FUCKING BULLSHIT. Just like American fucking democracy my voice doesn't mean shit,