In my career, I rarely lost my temper, either with superiors or subordinates. I always spoke my mind, but without harshness. However, I must admit, things were different at home. Even now, during this leisurely phase of life, I reflect on those moments and wonder why. Sadly, I still lose my temper occasionally, though less frequently.

There are many triggers for my anger—some justifiable, some not. Injustice and righteous anger seem acceptable, but frustration, work stress, time constraints, ill health, and arguments often brought out the worst in me. Sometimes, I became rude in moments of rage. Unfortunately, anger clouds our judgment and control over words, leading to regret. My struggles with blood pressure may have contributed to these outbursts.

I’ve tried to suppress my anger, but suppression only breeds irritability and sadness. Walking out of arguments is my go-to strategy to avoid escalation. Deep breaths and relaxation help, but I haven’t yet mastered the art of consistently keeping my cool.

Why do we lose our temper so easily with loved ones, but rarely with strangers or colleagues? Is it because we feel safer expressing anger at home? I despise myself for hurting those closest to me, and in recent years, I’ve made a conscious effort to change. It hasn’t been easy, but I keep trying.

In the meantime, I owe my family an apology for the moments I’ve let my temper get the best of me. After all, isn’t repairing what’s broken the right thing to do?

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