If I had a dollar for every time I got so angry that I threw my phone at the wall and shattered it,

I would have $2.

And that's not a lot, okay, but it's more than you would expect.

Because I'm not an angry person.

I don't raise my voice at people very often.

I don't break things very often.

I'm pretty chill overall. And don't get me wrong.

I have a lot of unfavorable traits. And that's a topic for another day. But I'm not an angry

person. I'm just not. I actually take pride in the fact that I'm really good at controlling my negative emotions. If I'm in a heated

debate with someone, it's pretty easy for me to keep my tone at a respectable level. When someone

cuts me off in traffic, I don't get road rage. I might cuss a little bit under my breath because

I'm startled, but once it's all said and done, I'm just grateful that nobody got hurt. I'm just not an angry person. I have other issues. But because I'm not an angry person, it's extra disturbing when I have some sort of angry outburst because it's so out of character.

It has not happened many times. I've only gotten angry to the point of breaking things twice,

and for some odd reason, both times I broke my phone. I've tried to break other things,

but never successfully. And it's only when you break something successfully that you realize how angry

you truly are. To throw something and it not break is to just let off some steam and then move

forward. To throw something so hard or punch something so hard that you break it is to then have a

wake-up call. You're like, holy fuck, I really, wow, I just broke something. But what I'm

here to discuss today is not how mortifying it is that I have gotten angry to the point of

throwing my phone at the wall and breaking it twice. Instead, I'm choosing to look at these two

very distinct meltdowns in my life from a positive lens because the truth is even though I'm

not proud of these two moments of my life I've learned so much from them I was shown so much

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