I believe there's definite truth here, especially pertaining to the male of the species. I battle with anger, actually going back before Levi's exodus to my Dad's death (2008), followed rather quickly by my eldest sister and my Mom in the few short years after that (as well as a couple other traumatic events we don't need to discuss here 😕). It makes sense to me that it's not necessarily a rational anger, or one I could justify under the circumstances, but more of an underlying sorrow wearing that particular mask. Hopefully allowing the Lord to override it more often than not (again, I say, hopefully!), and show forth HIS meekness and gentleness instead of my own angst and irascibility, but, trust me -- only as I yield to Him. Please forgive me for those times I have yielded, instead, to that old, positionally crucified, Adamic Ernie (Romans 6:6-13).
"Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in MY infirmities, that the power OF CHRIST may rest upon me. Therefore I take pleasure in infirmities . . . for Christ's sake: for when I am weak, then am I strong." (II Corinthians 12:9-10).
https://thelifeididntchoose.com/2017/09/13/anger-or-sadness-or-both/?fbclid=IwAR2dpD9T4ubtBRvDCzjpA3kyu9vrG99CD1-29BfrDf_at5lryt-fnYQW3y0