I once read, “holding unto anger is like drinking poison and expecting the other person to die from it” or something like that. I think it’s from gandhi. That line really got to me because that’s what i’ve been doing lately.i have been holding unto anger as if my life depends on it. Angry at the futility of things. Angry at the unfairness of it all. Angry because i feel like an independent person stuck in a dependent infant’s body. This poison is eating me slowly. Gnawing at my insides, eating me..consuming me..taking over me..