My initiation into understanding anger didn’t come through wisdom… it came through blood, glass, and a moment I could not take back.
It often surprises people when they hear this.
If you were to meet me today perhaps in a quiet co-working space, where conversations hum softly in the background you might not believe it at all. People sometimes sit beside me and say, almost in a whisper, “There’s something about your presence… it feels calming.”
And every time I hear that, a small part of me pauses.
Because I remember. I remember a version of myself that felt nothing like calm. A younger woman in her twenties, carrying a fire she did not know how to hold. Not gentle. Not grounded. But sharp, reactive and often, overwhelmed by the intensity of her own emotions.
There were many moments of anger back then—waves that rose quickly and crashed without warning. But one moment stayed.
An argument with a dear friend. Voices rising. Words spilling over each other. That feeling of not being heard and something inside tightening, building, searching for release.
And then a split second later, a movement before thought could catch up.
My fist met a glass block. Six inches thick. It shattered.
I didn’t want to hurt anyone. But in that moment, I didn’t know how to stop what had already been set in motion within me. I ended up hurting myself. And then there was silence. The kind that follows impact.
I remember looking down seeing the blood slowly tracing its way across my skin, the shards scattered like fragments of something far deeper than glass. Something broke that day. But not just outside of me. That moment was an initiation into a question I had never truly asked before:
What is my anger trying to tell me?
Because for the first time, I could see it clearly, the anger wasn’t created in that moment. It had been there all along. The argument didn’t create the fire. It simply lit the match. And something within me knew…
I could no longer keep living at the mercy of these reactions. I had to understand the fire itself. That day marked the beginning of a different journey.
From 2010 to now…
years of sitting with anger instead of running from it,
years of listening beneath the noise,
years of unlearning the instinct to blame and learning instead to decode.
Slowly, something began to shift. The same energy that once felt destructive began to feel revealing. Sacred, even. I started to see anger not as something to suppress or explode, but as an invitation. A doorway. A messenger that arrives when something within you is no longer willing to be silenced.
Most people get consumed by the surface of anger, they focus on who caused it, what happened, why it shouldn’t have. But beneath all of that there is a deeper intelligence waiting to be heard. The person may trigger it. But the trigger already exists within.
And when you begin to work with that you learn how to gently, courageously turn towards it and something extraordinary happens.
The fire no longer burns you. It begins to illuminate you. And that is the work I now hold space for.
If something in this story stirs within you,
if you recognise even a trace of that fire in your own life,
if you’ve ever felt overwhelmed by your reactions or unsure how to hold what rises within you…
then perhaps this is your moment too.
An invitation to step into a different relationship with your anger. Not as something to fix. But as something to understand, honour, and transform.
I’m opening a deeply immersive 1:1 journey— Roots of Renewal. A 6-week container where we don’t just talk about anger, we gently trace it back to its roots, work systemically through what it holds, and create a personalised inner toolkit that supports you long after the journey ends.
This is not surface work. This is not quick fixes. This is for those who are ready to meet themselves honestly and emerge differently.
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Sometimes, all it takes is one moment, one shattered pattern to begin a completely new way of being. And sometimes your anger is the very doorway that leads you there.
