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It happened again. My rage boiled over and I had a public temper tantrum. A f*cking gain. I have bruised or sprained my wrist and verbally abused both myself and a complete stranger. If I hadn't limited the destructiveness to mainly myself and my property, I could have been arrested.
My voice is hoarse from shouting, my shoulders are tight and painful and I am left wondering for the millionth time in three years if I am safe enough to be unleashed on the public. There seems to be no limit to the rage I hold inside myself, and one day it's going to get me into a lot of trouble. The fact that it hasn't already is a miracle.
I know what I have to do. Stop driving, make life simpler again and just try to breathe. Whatever triggered my mood leading up to what happened will pass and I will get a grip again. My therapist will come back from her three week holiday and I will keep at the business of slaying this beast inside me. I have no choice; if I don't kill it, it will kill me.
My voice is hoarse from shouting, my shoulders are tight and painful and I am left wondering for the millionth time in three years if I am safe enough to be unleashed on the public. There seems to be no limit to the rage I hold inside myself, and one day it's going to get me into a lot of trouble. The fact that it hasn't already is a miracle.
I know what I have to do. Stop driving, make life simpler again and just try to breathe. Whatever triggered my mood leading up to what happened will pass and I will get a grip again. My therapist will come back from her three week holiday and I will keep at the business of slaying this beast inside me. I have no choice; if I don't kill it, it will kill me.