I had totally closed myself off from other people-my family, my friends. I knew I had stacked up every brick, slathered on the mortar of anger, to keep this wall up. I also knew that each brick had to be taken down, and it would be painful. I am going to be BRUTAL, but in the scheme of things, would I have played it differently if I had had another chance? Would I have learned my "lesson"? And to be honest, I go back into that awful tunnel-not because I want to-but because it's home. I have to learn to take a different path. I don't think I knew who I was without anger. It had become such a part of me that I didn't realize it had infested my bones, my peace, my health, the very depths of who I was. After breaking up with Anger, I had to discover me.

Bonnie Lacy is an independent author of fiction, nonfiction, devotionals, and many short stories. She lives with her husband, her certified car consultant, in small town America where most of her novels take place. She loves the weird things: sink holes, caves, exploring cemeteries, old store basements where you might be glad you are wearing boots. Somedays, she primes the writing pump by doodling—find samples on Instagram: @bonlacy. Visit her at: www.bonnielacy.com. Twitter: @BonnieLLacy.