I figured I would add some of my repressed feelings and thoughts that I have uncovered as I go through this journey. I was bullied at the age of 6 by a girl I will call KD. She used to tell me I would be dead after school, I totally forgot all that. One time she was pretending to be my friend and I so desperately wanted to be liked ( I was a tiny child and people made fun of me) I went home with her only for her to laugh at me and tell me to find my way home alone. Her mom came out because she heard someone crying (me) and made KD take me back to school, where she again threatened to beat me up after school. KD moved in the 3rd grade. In grade 2, this boy SP bullied me and used to knock my books off my desk getting me in trouble. During 4th grade a girl called KS used to bully me and take my hat. When she didn't give it back and I went home without it, my mom beat me. I can't believe how much of this I forgot. Among other things my husband can be mean sometimes, my sister and her troubles mount, no wonder my body is sending pain to my ankle. It's good to have a place to vent. I was pain free for a couple of days and my sister and I got into a horrible fight. She expects me to pay for things because she messed up her life. She doesn't have a good job, one that will at least let her keep the house. She re-mortgaged our family home and she's constantly asking me to pay for her oil, her mortgage, etc. I can't do it. I have my own house to heat and pay my mortgage. It's ridiculous. Her boyfriend is trying to help her but can't because his business is suffering. It's never ending. I also got angry at a friend because she was harping on going to the movies this weekend and I really wanted to wait until next week or the week after. I caved and bought the tickets. My rage must be stuck in my pschye. I know this is repressed anger I have to let it out. I actually went to the gym and did 15 minutes on the bike and 10 minutes on the eliptical. Something I haven't done since my whole ankle drama started. I've got to re-read the John Sarno's book and get my rage out. Thanks for listening.