From Survival to Sovereignty: What This Song Helped Me See
- Karen Di Gloria
- Jul 12
- 2 min read
Updated: Jul 15
I listened to this song on repeat last week, and for the first time, I heard it.
Not just the melody—but the message, in my bones.
“Rage is love with nowhere to go.”
That line hit different.
This past week, I’ve been confronting an old pattern: falling in love with potential.
But this time, it wasn’t about a relationship with a person.
It was about a relationship with a job.
A role.
A version of myself I’ve outgrown.
“There’s a chain reaction going on in my life . . . it’s not right.”
That line? Yeah. That was me. One thing after another—the computer screen dying, the emotional truths surfacing, the signs from nature telling me: wake up.
I’ve been chasing purpose for years.
And in the pursuit, I sometimes mistook interest for calling—thinking every curiosity was a career path.
I fell for potential. Again.
“I only wish that I could find a way to turn off my brain.”
My brain wanted safety. My soul wanted freedom.
The inner war of logic vs. knowing has been loud. But recently, I stopped trying to fix it. I let my soul lead.
And the mind? It finally caught up.
I no longer fear disappointing anyone for choosing myself.
“Rage is love with nowhere to go.”
I used to carry anger and call it anxiety.
But it was rage. A kind of holy rage—sacred fire that had nowhere to be expressed.
Not because I’m broken, but because I was stuck in spaces that didn't see me.
That line reminded me that our fury is often frozen love.
The ache of what we know we deserve . . . but haven’t yet lived.
These past few days, I got it:
This job—just like the others before it—wasn’t meant to break me.
It was meant to wake me.
I saw how often I’ve said yes to misalignment out of fear: fear I won’t make the mortgage, fear I’ll disappoint someone, fear the world isn’t ready for what I have to offer.
But I’m not here to be digestible.
I’m here to be real.
And now, I feel ready to take that risk—not because it’s easy, but because I finally believe in what I carry.
The lesson?
When your soul is ahead of your mind, life feels off.
You say yes to things that look good on paper but feel like a cage.
But when the mind finally meets the soul?
Clarity.
Conviction.
Choice.
I’m done living in survival. I’m done staying in rooms that ask me to shrink.
I’m not here to fit in. I’m here to ignite.
Rage is love with nowhere to go.
And now—finally—my love has somewhere to go: me.
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In courage and clarity,
Karen Di Gloria
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