When you unintentionally cut yourself, you don’t immediately feel the pain. The shock of the situation arrives first, a suspension of time while your brain orients to the cut. This is often followed by searing, agonizing pain, a realization of loss. Finally, anger roars in, a defense mechanism against the pain. Anger provides the strength that spurs on action like a pissed off woman in labor mustering up the ability to push a melon out of a pinhole.
Is this the pattern my emotions will soon follow? Where is my anger? When will it arrive, searing hot and murderous?
