It has only taken 25 years or so

[The People]

for me to realize just how much of an impact my anger and my anxiety have on the quality of my life. It chases people away. It causes me to hide out when I want to go out and do thigs. It exhausts me. But it is only recently that I was aware on my own just how much this impacted my life. Other people told me some of this but al I would think was 'you don't know what my life is like'. They don't. But I don't know what theirs is like either. And no matter the reason when I am in one of my 'moods' who would want to be around me?

Therapists have put labels on these feelings but it meant little to me until I had some aha moments over the past few weeks. Things have happened to make me study myself more seriously. 25 years! They say that awareness is half the battle. But will I outlive the other half?
Life is the scary movie.