Seriously. After I let my anger get out of control i feel like I’ve been hit by a truck. Slightly dissociated but with so much shame, exhaustion, sadness, emptiness, regret. Especially if I lose my temper with my kids (like I did this morning). Now I’m here, working from home, hating myself, hating my job, picturing their little faces and wondering how I could be so mean. I know they love me so much and I do my best but it will never be good enough, to me.