“Hell hath no fury like a woman’s scorned.”
Your car has been vandalized. How do you feel? Your home has been vandalized. How do you feel?
I know for myself, I was looking for blood when someone entered my townhouse and took my belongings. I had never felt that much outrage in my life. I ended up chasing the guy down the alleyway until I lost him. He had jumped into a car, and he and his buddy took off. In the end, I got my belongings back, and the two guys got what they deserved.
Regularly, I only have spouts of anger. A psychiatrist once told me I have the won’t type of temper ever. Like a volcano, you do not know when it will explode. Building up energy, calms down, just to repeat, then one day a loud eruption.
I have a nasty habit of holding on to a lot of baggage, letting it build up, never dealing with the issues.
It took years of learning how to communicate appropriately to deal with this explosive behaviour. I realized this was not healthy for myself to hold on to scat.
First thing I found out I had chronic depression. I took medication to stabilize my emotional ups and downs. The next thing was my anxiety. I found my triggers; slowly, I learned how to deal with those situations—last of all, how to communicate my emotions without losing control.
Meditation meditation meditation!
I have now become my own master at meditating to calm myself down so that I can speak and move without looking like a lunatic. I only have a few triggers, like messing with my friends or family—or touching my belongings.