I don't suppress anything, and I don't cry over spilled milk. But...In the early years of our marriage there were plenty of times I wanted to throw a beverage against the wall. Mentally it seem like it would really help release anger. And it might. But first I thought "I'll have to clean up the mess" and "this is a rental house, what if it does some damage" and "surely I'm smart enough to express myself without violence".
So I never have. But I'm not done living either. But I still don't want to clean up the mess. So probably not happening here.
"Nothing can work me damage except myself; the harm that I sustain I carry about with me, and never am a real sufferer but by my own fault." ~ Bernard of Clairvaux 1090-1153
Tarot opened previously closed doors to my own heart with it's merciless quest for the truth, nothing but the truth. They flay the soul and make me say thank you afterward. Each hour spent with my cards is a new lesson to be learned. Viva la Journey.
If I'm missing never fear, I'm next door working on my project