Sometimes I'm dangling from the cliff called bitterness with only the thin nails on my pinky fingers keeping me upright. Sometimes I allow myself to let go. Drop. Drown in a sea of bitterness, anger, and self-pity. I let myself go there for a few hours or maybe a day. But then I tuck it all back up into a neat little folded origami bird and place it in the pocket overlapping my heart.