I feel red hot. Like at any moment I could explode. My hands shake and I start to hyperventilate. I need to calm down but my usual deep breathing is failing me. I feel so strongly words start to fail me. This is bad because if my words leave I will lose this argument. No, no it’s more than an argument, it’s a fight. My words are my best, and only, weapon. Without them I am too vulnerable.I feel my fingers curl into fists, as though they are ready to start throwing punches. My vision is blurring at the edges and I see red. My ears feel as though they are about to pop, even though we are at the same altitude as always. I have never felt this angry before. In fact this is more than anger, it’s rage. Pure rage.