When Male Anger Never Lands
There’s a silence that follows an explosion, not calm, but scorched. The walls still echo, the air feels heavy, and everyone inside that space carries tremor. Anger that never finds ground leaves no room for repair. The person inside it is caught in a constant storm: sleepless nights, tense muscles, thoughts spinning in loops. Relationships fray, trust erodes, and the smallest spark can reignite the fire. The devastation isn’t always dramatic; often it’s quiet, cumulative. Missed opportunities, words that wound, gestures that can’t be taken back. The damage spreads outward too. Friends, family, colleagues - anyone sharing that space - absorb the reverberation. Some retreat. Some fight back. Some simply learn to hold their breath until it passes. The pattern repeats, over and over, until everyone involved feels smaller, diminished, or unmoored. Yet anger itself is not the enemy. It carries energy that could protect, motivate, or clarify. The challenge - and the liberation - co...