When Anger Touches Others

/ by / in anger, honestly, motherhood
I don’t like to call myself an angry person. I am passionate. And as such, I have, on more than one occasion, been the type of person who screams at the top of her lungs, “Stop yelling!”Motherhood has intensified this for me. My brain is buzzing around needs and complaints and to-do lists while my body tries to resist collapsing; and when it comes to a head, there is an actual snap. Some moms break down crying. Some get that Stepford Wife look in their eye and start responding to everything in high-pitched monotone. Me? I get angry. Overstimulated is