As I think back through my journal entries, the most prevalent emotion that I repress is fear. An unconscious ongoing fear. It came out very strongly in my journaling today, and when I look back through my lists, seems to stem from the death of my sister when I was 4. I see it all through my early childhood right on into adulthood. It creates anger, and a significant amount of anxiety. It contributes to my perfectionism, and even my goodism. As I write this post, my back is giving me twinges, which I think are confirmation I'm on the right track.