Don’t Make Me Angry... You Wouldn’t Like Me When I’m Angry
A very few people know that in my early 20s I went through a barrage of psychological testing when I admitted myself into a 10 day intense in-patient program at a Minirth-Meier Clinic in Portland. I had been sick off and on all year, was failing many of my college courses, and generally felt directionless and agitated all the time. I couldn't sleep, used words like "seething" and "livid" on a daily basis in my journaling, and was eating anything and everything I could get my hands on. I *thought* I was going in to the program to deal with adoption issues and a serious case of depression. What my intake examination and psychotherapy sessions revealed were that I was suffering from intense, unresolved rage. Nowadays it would be similar in some ways to a diagnosis of Intermittent Explosive Disorder, however, my episodes were less frequent and severe. After the in-patient stay I did out-patient therapy on a fairly regular basis for the next few years. In my early