that burning need to destroy every bad thing I see, every bad person, every time someone wrongs someone who doesn’t deserve it? I’m learning to sit with those feelings. To feel them. To let myself be angry at the injustice in the world, but remind myself that there are other ways I can help that don’t involve abattoirs, stun guns and a selection of butcher’s knives. Whatever red beast that had been awoken in me has been gently soothed back to sleep by love. I know right, utter vomit.
