The women was probably around early forties or late thirties, had slightly graying hair, was around five foot, and wore tan shirt and formal pants. When we got into her room and got situated she started asking questions about my conundrum.
“So when did this start to get worse?” she asked
“I would have to say around… the time I started around one month ago” I thought aloud in an incomplete sentence.”
“Have you tried to do anything about it?” she inquired.
“I’ve tried basic ways to lesson it but it hasn’t help that much.” I replied
“Why do you think this has started to happen again?”
“Honestly I have no idea why all I know is I need to stop it.” For another hour or so we discussed more about my situation, and she gave me ways to stop the problem; some have helped others not so much. But the one staple is I’m always going to have this issue and I’m going to deal with it and not let it own me. Having this type of issue isn’t very amusing at all, but controlling it is necessary. Letting the anger take poses is awful for you and everyone else. Luckily because of this appointment and a few others I was able regain control by learning certain ways to lesson how much anger I