Meghan Gieber is a wellness + goals life coach, as well as a barre3 owner and instructor. You can find her on Instagram @meghangieber, and on her website meghangieber.com.
How I Healed My Body From Bouts of Anger Last Week
In all of its fury, anger is an emotion we need to handle delicately. The emotion can be felt by anyone, but it’s in how we deal with anger that can protect our health. When suppressed, anger manifests itself physically, negatively affecting our bodies. When released, anger can lead to big transformation, and our bodies are able to go back to a healthy, calm state. This blog post is meant to offer tips for how to release anger, based on how I dealt with my own last week.
I’m generally a very peaceful person, and it’s infrequent for me to feel rage. Last week, however, a few things happened that really irritated me and my arms broke out in a rash. The constant flood of adrenaline and increased heart rate was taking a toll on my body. I wasn’t going to let my emotions get the best of me, so here’s how I healed my mind and rash:
- Accept the feeling of anger. Admitting to feeling anger can feel vulnerable, which leads to suppressing it. By accepting that anger is present, releasing begins.
- Acknowledge sensations in the body. Tuning into the body with eyes closed and noticing physical signals from the feet up through the crown of the head provides awareness of where the body stores anger. These sensations might feel restricting, tight, short-winded, heavy, or achy. None of them are good for us, and bringing awareness to them starts to release suppression.
- Carve out a few minutes of breath work. The simple practice of slow breathing reduces stress immediately. Sending breath down into the areas of tension starts to loosen them up.
- Give the body permission to release rage. This affirmation, said out loud, heals: “I give myself permission to release all rage I currently feel inside of my body in order to protect my health, and move forward from the experience that taught me a lesson.”
- Talk or write about how anger feels in this situation. Expressing emotions is critical to the healing process. If applicable, speak with the person who caused anger, or write the feelings down. This practice brings emotion from inside to outside.
- Put yourself in a calm environment. The body wants to be in its natural feeling state of peace. Cozy up on the couch with a blanket, open a bedroom window, or make a cup of tea. A nature walk will also help calm the nerves and spike endorphins.
- Get lots of sleep. Adrenaline is tiring and the body seeks rest. Rest helps recenter the body and mind and is often a great remedy for feeling better.
- Rinse and repeat. Be patient. Anger can take time to subside. But with this plan, the anger should soften each day.
Moments of anger can happen to us all! But you don’t have to let it affect your overall health. Instead of neglecting it, which causes the body to drown in adrenaline and a high heart rate, take action towards releasing and see how quickly you heal.
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I started school in 1993. Where I live, we go from Kindergarten up through 6th grade before moving over to middle school for 2 years, and then high school for a final 4. As someone who grew up struggling with anxiety, these formidable years were varying levels of traumatic.
I had an extremely rocky start to begin with.
Most kindergartners have issues the first few weeks of school; it’s most likely the first time they’ve been away from their home/family for a pretty long, scheduled period of time. For me, add in to this the fact that my 5 year old brain was trying to compute feelings an emotions that I had little to no way of expressing. I didn’t have the vernacular to say things like “Yes, I know that the structural integrity of this school building is sound and that the people here are nice and that should make me feel safe- but it doesn’t. No, I don’t feel unsafe as if a bad guy or a monster might come and get me, I just haven’t established trust with anyone yet, so I know I’m not alone in the literal sense but I feel very alone. I know Timmy over there felt better when he started playing with the Legos but that would just be a momentary distraction for me- it wouldn’t erase the underlying panic that I don’t really KNOW any of you and I don’t want to be here and I want to go home.”
So I would ask to go to the nurse. The nurse had 3 options for everything- Saltine crackers, ice pack, or lay on a cot for a bit. I didn’t know how to ask for just a little bit of time and space to breathe, that I was just mid-panic attack. I didn’t know what panic attacks were back then. Sometimes I would get so worked up that I would puke. The teachers and nurses would ask me if I was making myself do that. They would roll their eyes when I’d try to explain that something was just wrong. I always just got sent back to the classroom to sit at my desk and white-knuckle through the panic.
That was the worst of it.
Middle and high school were marginally better because I‘d learned through the reactions I got from my elementary school teachers and staff that I was better just dealing with things on my own. I was my own support system by then; I knew I could take a few minutes in the bathroom to breathe if I needed to. I just couldn’t try and explain why. There was no use. No one had the patience for it. The sad coincidence was that I had the least support and empathy from ages 5–11; arguably when I needed it most. I felt like a nuisance and a liar, even though I knew I wasn’t lying. I knew in their eyes I was a liar, which in my mind was even worse.
I didn’t tell this story for sympathy. I told this story because it makes me so sad to think that other kids could be going through what I went through. It tears my heart up to think about. I hope beyond hope that there’s more awareness around anxiety and other mental health issues for kids in school, because I can’t stand to think otherwise.
We all deserve allies, we all deserve to have our voices listened to, and we all deserve to know that even if we’re not understood, we’re believed.