I went through a very angry phase a few years back. I think any of my GFs at the time can vouch for that. I personified my rage into a voice in my head. It told me to do rotten things, commented darkly on the world, and generally made things a whole lot worse on a daily basis.

The thing is, like most monkeys (no offense monkeys) you get on your back, this one had me convinced that I was better off with it, and that without it, I would be lost, sad and alone. It took a lot of time, and no small amount of love to lock that part of me away, and I think I am better for it.