December 9, 2010
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The anatomy of a nuclear bomb
While I may be exaggerating just a tad, there are times when I feel just that. I am nuclear bomb. And watch out for the fall out when I go off. It has been a fair while since I last lost my temper, but too often I feel close to the detonation point.
There are many things that take me to this point and sometimes I can diffuse myself and other times I unknowingly look for that munitions expert in my life that has the words, actions and wisdom to diffuse the situation at hand and bring back to calm. Does this make me less of a person because I need an outside source? Maybe. But I think it also shows strength to know when I need help.
I have lived my recent years with an overbearing attitude that I am not my own person. I have no thoughts that could possibly make sense. I have no voice in a conversation. I have no feelings that matter. My physical pain is of no consequence. I am not that. I matter. My thoughts are to be heard. My voice is strong and clear. I want to say I am woman hear me roar, but I’m not about being in your face. Unless of course you push all the right buttons in all the right combinations. Then I’ll be all up in your face like a fat kid on a smartie.
