So I rarely get truly mad, or upset, or unhappy.

I’m pretty good at getting a grip real quick and “running along”.

Except when I do, I’m utterly helpless.

Sleep is my coping mechanism, but what do you do when your chest is too constricted and you won’t fall asleep?

I don’t see how anyone can help me with this.

Perhaps this is what you do — vent.

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