It is dawning on me that I am angry. As in, Mark Ruffalo's Hulk: "What's your secret, how do you avoid getting angry?" "The secret is, I'm always angry." I don't know who I am angry at. Not one person, not everyone, not God, not the world, not myself... I need to add to diary about this. I am feeling ashamed of this anger, or the cloud it creates. Accessing something pretty important, I know in part because I've been seen and held and accepted. Anger at injustice. That's in there. What to do with it?