For a long time, I felt highly emotional. Not many saw that side of me; I learned to hide it, but I didn’t feel a self outside of how I was feeling. At times, still, if the emotion is too heavy, too strong of a wave, it takes me under. Sorrow and hopelessness are the most powerful, or to which I am most susceptible. It was only recently that I was told that I am not my emotions. Something, maybe, so obvious to some. But it has been a great tool, for me past, present, and certainly in the future. Certainly in how I work to show kindness to my past self. I wasn’t unreasonable; I was weighted. I am not unreasonable; I just experienced something grand. And I am out of that, which I am most susceptible to. The wave is now at my back and can propel me forward. So I will keep this anger. I feel no guilt in letting it grow.