Hey.
I'm here.
And you're here.
If you press play on aftermath,
Anger,
Something already happened.
A blow up.
A tone that got away from you.
A moment where the heat took the wheel.
I'm not going to ask for the details.
Because the body tells the truth without them.
And I noticed terrain.
I've had anger in my hands before.
Not the movie kind.
The real kind.
The kind that feels right for ten seconds.
And heavy for two days.
So listen.
Right after anger is a tender moment.
Not because you're bad.
Because your nervous system is still loaded.
That's biology.
When anger spikes,
Stress chemicals flood the system.
Heart up.
Muscles tight.
Tunnel vision.
And the thinking part of you shows up late.
That's why the damage often happens after.
The text you shouldn't send.
The silence that turns into punishment.
The story you keep sharpening in your head.
So we're not doing reflection yet.
We're not building the case.
We're not rehearsing the perfect line.
We're doing the first thing to actually do.
And that actually helps.
We're bringing your body back under you.
Find a seat.
Any seat.
Chair.
Couch.
Edge of the bed.
Feel the floor hold you up.
Let that be real.
Take one breath with me.
In four.
Now check the usual anger places.
Jaw.
Throat.
Chest.
Hands.
Pick one.
Not the most dramatic one.
The most honest one.
If it's the jaw,
Let the teeth part of hair.
If it's the hands,
Let them open like you're putting something down.
If it's the chest,
Don't force it soft.
Just stay with it.
This is Dharma too.
Not the fancy words.
The real training.
A lot of suffering starts when a state grabs you.
And you start living like it's the only truth.
Anger is a state.
Not your identity.
Here's the tool.
Street usable.
Just admit.
I'm still hot.
No shame.
No story.
Place.
Put your attention in one body spot.
Jaw.
Throat.
Chest.
Hands.
Not the whole future.
Not the whole relationship.
Just the next 60 seconds.
Choose not to add fuel.
Now breathe inside that.
In four.
Hold six.
Out eight.
In four.
Hold six.
Out eight.
Now I'm going to give you some quiet.
Not because anything is missing.
But because your body knows how to settle if we let it.
If your mind is replaying it.
That's part of the come down.
You don't have to wrestle it.
You don't have to chase it.
Just notice it.
And come back to your one place.
Jaw.
Hands.
Chest.
Here's what matters right now.
You can take responsibility later.
You can repair later.
You can speak later.
Right now.
Your job is simpler.
Right now.
Your job is to not make this heavier than it already is.
Stay with.
Pause.
Place.
Choose.
Feel the room again.
Feel your hands as hands.
Not weapons.
One last breath with me.
In four.
And as you move on from here.
Move.
Let the body finish its work.
Let the heat keep draining on its own.
And know this.
You don't have to carry this alone.
Anytime the aftermath shows up.
This space is here.
Quiet.
Steady.
No judgment.
I'll meet you here whenever you need to come back.
Stillness is rebellion.
Compassion is a weapon.
Peace is a weapon.
