Anger boiled within me for decades. If my circumstances or relationships squeezed me in just the right way, out it would come, like molten lava below long dormant rock. When I was a moody 13-year-old, feeling trapped in a chaotic and dysfunctional home, I remember being so overcome with rage that I picked up a 100-pound armchair, held it above my head, and threw it into an empty corner of the living room, while mom and dad watched, dumbfounded. Click the pic to read more.
Posted on: Tue, 21 Oct 2014 13:11:38 +0000
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