There is a little thing called anger. I have been quite often known for it, for being explosive, uncontrollable, frustrating… And everything but nothing, all at the same time. Sometimes it gets real hard to control, to differentiate between what is real and what is not. The facts versus the feelings. The truth versus the lies. Me… versus the anger.
And in those times, I can only think of one thing that really helped. Maybe a hug here or there, but above all… A pause. Taking a deep breath is such a refreshing feeling, and then waiting for the struggle and the anger to pass. It is a feeling of comfort, knowing that I am still me, even with the devil horns pointing straight out of the sides of my head. I am still loved, even at my darkest moments.