I have this memory of myself. I don’t know my age, but I was probably 10—or 12-year-old.I remember getting angry at someone. I don’t even remember the person. I was always taught to never ’ get angry’ and forgive people who hurt or upset me. But this time, I was livid. I wanted to let that person know I didn’t like what they said, so I said whatever I felt without censoring. I gave that person a piece of my mind.A few weeks before that incident, I read an article in a magazine about a way to control anger in situations that feel out of hand. We were to count from 1 to 10 whenever we were angry or felt like lashing out. That would give us a break from the intensity of the feeling so we could react better. I remember reading that as well.But this time, I was done biting my tongue. I let the person have it. It felt good to get it off my chest, vomiting all the crap that was inside me. But in the next second, I saw the person’s face -their face had fallen, they were heartbroken, and I felt like crap.I remember how that felt even now.That day, I realized that losing it like a canon ball may give temporary relief, but…