Up until recently, if you'd asked me, I would have smugly said, "I'm not an angry person, it’s just not something I experience." But life, as it often does, had a few lessons in store for me when I became a parent. As I've gone on my own journey of self-discovery, I've come to realise that anger has been lurking beneath the surface all along.

Growing up in a household where anger was seen as a "bad" emotion, I learned to suppress it, to bury it deep within so I could still be a “good girl”. Over time, I developed a clever disguise for my anger: sadness. In my family sadness is more acceptable, more palatable, and somehow less threatening. Sadness got hugs. Anger got silent treatment.