Something terrible happens at work. I don’t resort to sugar when I come home from this bad night, but I’m aware that it’s a moment where I usually would. I am enraged and overcome with sadness. I am totally adrift with this emotion, raw with it. I don’t know what to do with myself or how to calm myself down, I feel without resource. I realize: What the sugar has been covering up is all this anger.
Perhaps I can no longer swallow this anger. And perhaps I can no longer be sweet. Stripping back the sugar-coating.