I had totally closed myself off from other people-my family, my friends. I knew I had stacked up every brick, slathered on the mortar of anger, to keep this wall up. I also knew that each brick had to be taken, down, and it would be painful. I am going to be BRUTAL, but in the scheme of things, would I have, played it differently, if I have, had another chance? Would I have learned my "lesson"? And, to be honest, I go back into that awful tunnel-not because I want to-but because it's home. I have to learn to take a different path. I don't think I knew who I was without anger. It had become such a part of me that I didn't realize it had infested my bones, my peace, my health, and the very depths of who I was. After breaking up with Anger, I had to discover me.
