The Angry Therapist

16/02/2026

There's going to be people who hate you and people who love you and to the people who hate you, probably don’t really hate you. They are activated by you and not willing to look at that activation or were maybe hurt by you. So lobe them in the most honest way you can without breaking promises to yourself, because love will always disarm hate. Love comes from courage. Hate comes from fear. Strength will always be found in courage. Not fear.

16/02/2026

15/02/2026

Also run with bananas on the side of the road. See how that feels for you.

15/02/2026

15/02/2026

In search for beauty

Things I’ve discovered in this life that expands me.

Edges, where uniqueness finds its place.
Awkward moments, where authenticity resides.
Weird-looking trees, nature's quirks on display.
Gentle breezes, soothing whispers on my face.

Sweat, the testament of effort and growth.
Words meant only for my eyes to see.
Kindness, the gentle touch that warms the soul.
Motorcycles, freedom's roar set free.
These days it’s surfing, reunion with God.

Vulnerability, where strength finds its root.
Campfires, stories woven in the night. Baked with laughter.
Worn boots, a journey's mark etched in time.
Truth, a beacon shining ever bright. Always the North Star.

Half smiles, hints of joy and mystery.
Unexplained connections, fate's hidden threads.
Unexpected adventures, life's grand tapestry.
Sunday mornings, tranquility gently spreads.

Eye contact, a language without words.
Revelations, epiphanies that guide.
Healthy boundaries, self-care and respect.
Authentic friendships, bonds we cannot hide.

Peace, the harmony within and around.
Forgiveness, healing wounds that once were deep.

A knowing glance between two hearts in love.
The ocean's vastness, secrets it will keep.

Rain, nature's tears washing away the pain.
Buildings of Florence, artistry untold.
Loyalty, a steadfast presence through it all.
"Broken" people, beauty in stories unfold.

Powerful stories, lessons to be learned.
Pain, the catalyst for growth and change.
Rebirths, embracing life's endless turns.
The allure of a nice ass, a sight so strange.

The feelings music evokes, emotions stirred.
Strength, the backbone that carries us through.
Courage, the flame that ignites our dreams.
Old jeans, memories etched in faded blue.

Meaningful conversations, souls intertwine.
A sincere apology, bridges repaired.
A fresh perspective, windows to a new world.

Without the reminder, we naturally forget.

14/02/2026

For some of you, today isn’t about roses.
It’s about resisting the urge to text someone who only remembers you when they’re lonely.

For some of you, it’s about sitting across from a partner and realizing comfort replaced curiosity.

For some of you, it’s about grieving the love you thought would last.

And for some of you, it’s about learning that being alone is not the same thing as being unloved.

Real love isn’t loud.
It’s not performative.
It doesn’t spike your cortisol.
It doesn’t make you shrink to stay.
It doesn’t keep you guessing.

Real love feels regulated.
Steady.
Boring in the best way.
Like your nervous system finally exhaling.

Valentine’s Day is a mirror.

If you’re partnered, ask yourself:
Am I here because I’m afraid to leave, or because I’m brave enough to stay?

If you’re single, ask yourself:
Am I lonely, or am I detoxing from chaos?

And if you’re healing, ask yourself:
Am I still chasing what hurts because it feels familiar?

No dramatic declarations.
No performative posts.
No panic swiping.

Just a quiet decision:

I will not make love an anxiety disorder.
I will not negotiate my worth.
I will not call breadcrumbs a feast.

Maybe Valentine’s Day isn’t about proving you’re loved. Maybe today isn’t about romance. Maybe is simply about the celebration of love, in all forms, starting with you first.

13/02/2026

And that’s wrap. Back to Costa Rica. Will tell you more about this secret project and company soon.

13/02/2026

Boundaries, Breakups & Boredom

They ended it over text.
Removed you from social media.
Called your needs “too much.”
That’s not rejection. That’s information.
In this episode,
• Running into exes
• Scarcity mindset in dating
• Emotional cheating
• Defensiveness and insecurity
Sometimes the breakup isn’t a loss.
It’s clarity.
Drop a 💬 in the comments —
Was it heartbreak… or a bullet dodged?

12/02/2026

Your body has a love language. Most of us were never taught to listen to it.

And if you do not learn it, you will keep choosing people who speak directly to your trauma instead of your nervous system.

Your body speaks in tension, in heat, in breath. In the way your shoulders rise without you noticing. In the way your stomach tightens when a text goes unanswered. In the way your chest either constricts or softens when someone walks into the room.

It tells you who feels safe long before your mind creates a story.

But most of us were trained to override it.

If you grew up in chaos, calm can feel
suspicious. Silence can feel like the quiet before the storm. You brace for impact even when no one wants to fight.

If you grew up earning love, proving yourself, performing affection, then consistency can feel boring. You are not used to love that just stays. You are used to love that must be chased, managed, or fixed.

If you grew up unseen, intensity can feel intoxicating. Being wanted hard can feel like finally being visible. The drama, the volatility, the push and pull, it registers as passion. Your nervous system lights up and you call it chemistry.

So when your body relaxes around someone, when your breath deepens and your jaw unclenches, you might label it “no spark.” When your chest tightens and your stomach flips and you cannot eat for two days, you call it attraction.

That is not chemistry.
That is familiarity.

Your body is fluent in what it survived. It will pull you toward what it recognizes, not necessarily what it needs.

Your body’s actual love language is safety. Regulation. Eye contact that does not feel invasive. Touch that does not feel like a demand. Breath that deepens instead of shortens.

But also:

Safety does not mean low desire. Calm does not mean vanilla. Regulated does not mean neutered.

In fact, when your nervous system feels safe, your desire has room to expand instead of spike. There is less anxiety, which means more presence. Less performing, which means more authenticity. Less chasing, which means more choosing.

The spark you are used to might be a flare. Bright, chaotic, unsustainable.

The spark your body actually wants is a slow burn. It is warmth instead of wildfire. It is attraction that does not hijack you. It is passion that does not cost you your peace.

If you want a different kind of love, you have to learn a different language.

Start with your body.

It has been trying to tell you the truth the whole time.