losing my temper, my eternal bane. I am not myself when it happens. I lose myself in the chaos, and the person who is speaking/yelling through my mouth, is me in a way, but isn't. It does not see reason, but instead believes that everything it does is right and everything it speaks is the truth. I hate losing my temper like that, I hate the loss of control, and what I hate more, is that on some primitive level, I love and enjoy it. But it almost always ends with me regretting my actions and wishing I could take them back, when I calm down and can see reason and truth again. Sometimes when I lose my temper, it's like I'm distanced from it, like I'm sitting and watching a scene play out. That I'm the audience and the actor is something that has taken control of my body. I see reason at those points, and I know that I should stop, but I can't do anything at all, and that just fuels my rage even more.
And that, that is my frustration, and my shame.