My upstairs neighbor plays loud music at night and I fantasize about confronting them but then I see them in the hallway and they seem nice so I smile and say nothing and my rage has nowhere to go.
More people experience this than they realize.
You're storing anger that belongs in conversation, and your body has become a warehouse for undelivered communications.
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If this sounds familiar, the Library can help you find the bigger picture.