HOW TO WEAPONIZE YOUR ANGER

on transmuting your darkest energy into your greatest weapon

Jun 23, 2026

since i can remember, i’ve always been an angry kid.

not quietly angry. not sulking angry. furiously angry. physically, mentally, uncontrollably angry.

all my childhood i was like a ticking bomb capable of exploding at any moment.

i used to argue about everything. from the way dinner was served through the way someone looked at me across the room all the way to the smallest, most insignificant thing you could imagine.

and if anything went not the way i wanted, i would resist. i would scream. i would fight.

and at the moments of some complete desperation, i would literally hit my head against the wall.

it got to the point where my mother bought me a special helmet not to hurt myself.

when i was 8 years old i hit my cousin straight in the face because he said ronaldo is better while I liked messi.

i got into school fights easily. disrespected teachers. ran out of home and went missing for a couple of days.

everyone who knew me back then probably thought i was insane.

they thought i would end up in jail. in the streets. in the best case scenario, nowhere.

a couple years forward and i still have this innate, deep, sometimes overpowering anger running through my veins.

spoiler: i’m nowhere near jail or homelessness.

more than that. with all the conviction in the world, i can say: anger is my superpower now.

the very thing that nearly destroyed me as a kid is my main driving factor as an adult.

long story short: i learned to weaponize it.

whenever i feel this sudden surge of anger rising, i know exactly how to redirect every drop of that raw, unprocessed force into my work.

and now i’m going to teach you how to do it.

it’s early morning in my lab as i’m writing this.

it was supposed to be another calm start of the day. jazz on low volume. some sunshine. double espresso going cold on the desk.

a few minutes ago i just got off a call that threw me completely off balance. someone i trusted dropped the ball on something i specifically asked them not to drop the ball on.

for fuck sake.

should I let it ruin my day? nah. i got a better idea.

let’s get into it.

THE PSYCHOLOGY OF ANGER

the chances are you have a completely and fundamentally mistaken perception of anger and how it should be dealt with.

and honestly, i don’t blame you.

we live in a society where every genuine, raw, inconvenient feeling is being repressed and medicated and therapized into something more manageable. more palatable. more comfortable for everyone around you.

most people treat anger as a problem to be solved. something to be calmed down, breathed through, eliminated completely. the goal, as most people understand it, is to feel less of it.

but here is what nobody tells you.

anger doesn’t disappear when you suppress it.

it doesn’t dissolve. it doesn’t evaporate. it gets pushed down, stored deep in the body and the memory, compressed under the weight of everything you piled on top of it.

and later… it comes back.

always. with double the force. in forms you don’t recognize until the damage is already done.

one person drinks until the feeling is numb enough to ignore. wakes up the next morning and the anger is still there, now wrapped in shame.

another picks a fight with a stranger on the street. puts the energy somewhere external. somewhere it can bleed out. somewhere it has nothing to do with what actually caused it.

another goes completely silent. shuts down. withdraws. lets the anger calcify into something cold and permanent that quietly poisons every relationship it touches.

yet what each and every one of these people are doing is the same thing.

they are trying to make the energy go somewhere other than where it actually needs to go.

they are running from a force that was never meant to be run from.

it was meant to be used.

THE ART OF TRANSMUTATION

to give you a better picture of what i actually mean, let me tell you a story.

at the beginning of high school i started training boxing. i was decent. not exceptional. not the most experienced guy in the gym. but i held my own i’d say.

one afternoon i got a call that stopped me cold.

someone especially close to me had given in to addiction again.

i don’t need to explain what that feels like to anyone who has been there. the specific helplessness of it. the anger that has nowhere rational to go because the person you’re furious at is also the person you love and the person who is suffering and the person you cannot fix no matter how much you want to.

it felt like my whole world collapsed in that moment.

normally i would have probably organized the biggest drama of my life. but that particular morning, a few hours earlier, i had read something that planted a seed i didn’t know was there yet.

i remember reading think and grow rich by napoleon hill. specifically a chapter about energy transmutation. the idea that energy cannot be destroyed. only transformed. and when you’re suddenly feeling that buzz, whether it’s anger or any other raw emotion, this is when you are the most powerful.

by sheer luck, that same afternoon there were sparring sessions at the gym.

i packed my gear. walked straight in. said nothing to anyone.

my trainer always liked to match me against guys far better than me. it was his way of forcing growth. i usually ended up eating combinations i didn’t see coming and going home humbled.

that day something was different.

man, i was buzzing. sharper than i had ever been. more explosive. more focused than i knew i was capable of being. i felt like something had been unlocked that normally stayed behind a door.

i beat the guy who was supposed to beat me. badly.

and it didn’t end there.

coming home that evening i remembered, god knows how i had forgotten, that i had the most important exam of the year the following morning. the one that would determine whether i passed or not.

still carrying that energy, that strange, electric, transmuted force that had nowhere else to go, i pulled an all nighter. reached the deepest flow state i had ever been in. wrote the exam the next morning and passed it cleanly.

now i can say: that was the day that changed the course of the rest of my life.

most people go through their entire existence without ever experiencing how much raw, unprocessed force they actually carry inside them.

studies show that the average human can go as high as only 40% of their actual capacity. not because they lack talent. not because they lack intelligence. because they never found the key that unlocks the other 60%.

those who reach the highest levels don’t do it by sheer willpower alone. they do it by unlocking something way underneath it. something primal. something that was forged in the darkest moments of their lives and never fully extinguished.

and if you look at the lives of the greatest builders in history, they all seem to share one particular thread.

somewhere along the way, they were broken by something.

a wound. a moment of complete powerlessness that left a mark so deep it never fully healed.

rockefeller, abandoned by a con artist father, watching his family struggle with nothing. that specific helplessness becoming the fuel behind the most obsessive, precise, relentless business mind in american history.

napoleon, the corsican outsider, mocked by french classmates for his accent and his poverty. the rage of the excluded becoming the engine of a military campaign that rewrote the map of europe.

ali, stripped of everything he had earned, publicly humiliated, three years of his prime taken from him by a government that called him a criminal for refusing to go to war. coming back more dangerous, more focused, more alive than anyone who had never lost anything could ever be.

they didn’t go to a psychologist to overcome the wound.

they fed on it. day by day.

they took that raw, unprocessed energy that the pain produced and aimed it at something so large it could absorb all of it and still ask for more.

the dust from their bones is long gone. and the world is still feeling the impact of their anger.

you have the same raw material.

the only question is what you’re doing with it.