I’ve avoided writing this for longer than I’d like to admit. Not because I lacked the words, but because I didn’t want anyone to see this side of me. Anger has always felt like my ugly secret, the part of me that didn’t fit the image I wanted to project.

But here I am, finally talking about it. Not because I’ve “fixed” it (spoiler: I haven’t), but because I’ve started to understand it and, in that process, I’ve started to understand myself.