If I could just stop shaking

Find a way to capture and nurture your anger. We'll forever be coping with being the wellspring of our own misery. Sick, i know. It's trite, but I'm my own worst enemy. After a while, you can't fill the hole with whiskey, you can't stem the flood with indifference. And when you finally turn around to face your plague, you're inevitably standing in front of a mirror.