I’m in a situation right now that has me full of anger.
It’s a legal situation in which I feel someone has betrayed my trust and used the law against me.
I am furious.
It’s a deep burning rage that I can only quench by not thinking about it.
Then, here we go, day seventy-seven and we’re into Anger.
Being angry and being afraid have the same effect on me. I tremble, I sweat and I can’t control what I say.
I often think about the military and how they put people in training in situations where they must face anger and fear, and extract from it, something useful.
I realise that I am angry and fearful about my whole life.
Angry and fearful and disappointed and regretful.
And I don’t want to be.