Untitled (1970) by Helen Lundeberg
Dear Polly,
I feel so angry, all of the time. It's not a boiling rage that has me lashing out, but I find myself unbearably annoyed by nearly everything and everyone. The more I look inward, the more I feel overwhelmed by my own feelings and opinions. I'm 30 years old, live in a wonderful city, have a great group of frie…