Hey yall! I now have a Substack and wrote an article about my experience fasting for the last 5 days. It includes tips and tricks as well as mentions common roadblocks I’ve encountered. If you’re considering trying out fasting, read on. Would love to hear feedback! https://open.substack.com/pub/zengabriel1/p/what-i-learned-from-my-first-5-day?r=q6613&utm_medium=ios&shareImageVariant=overlay

What story are you still telling yourself that no longer fits who you are?

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Hi Founders! In this next value-packed article, follow along for a deep dive on all the things I’ve learned in the past weeks as I’ve been moving through processing my repressed rage. Such a privilege to share what I’ve learned about how to alchemize and use this incredible attribute. May it serve you well. TL;DR Anger isn’t a flaw — it’s a function. This is how life restores integrity when something meaningful gets blocked. To rage less, you have to feel anger more — earlier, more clearly, and without shame.When you hold anger consciously, it stops being reactive and becomes creative. Index 1. The Birth of the Self — what anger truly is 2. Anger Is Energy That Wants to Move — why it exists 3. The Yin and Yang of Anger — how it cycles 4. The Confusion Between Anger and Dysregulation — how we mistake signal for instability 5. Dysregulation and Rage — what happens when it floods 6. Micro-Frustrations and the ADHD Nervous System — why it builds 7. Sociological Significance of Anger — how culture shapes expression 8. Working with Anger — how to regulate it consciously 9. Channeling Repressed Rage — how to align inner and outer intensity 10. The Alchemy of Anger — what it becomes 11. Closing — what it means to rage less and feel more 1. The Birth of the Self Anger is the sensation of the self being created. That tightening in the chest, that heat in the gut — it’s not a malfunction. It’s your nervous system defining its edges. It’s your body saying, “I exist. I matter.” This begins around age two, during the “terrible twos,” when a child first learns to say “No.” That “No” isn’t rebellion — it’s individuation. It’s the moment we realize where we end and the world begins. As a child, I repressed my anger because I received many subtle cues that to feel and express would risk my safety and survival — cues that neither parent was aware they were sending.Looking back, I can see how my body learned early that silence was safer than self expression. Now, years later, I’ve been given the tools to have what I missed — to feel, express, and integrate the very energy I once had to hide.

I’m 31 years old.And this is the honest truth about me — no filters. - Broke. - No car. - No home. - No real friends or network. - No girlfriend. - Never traveled internationally or even properly within India. - Never had a woman who truly loved me. - Fat, ugly (in my own eyes), and bald with some white hair. - Completely undisciplined. - Only 10th pass — failed 12th. - A diploma from a third-rate college. - No degree. - No confidence to speak in English or talk to people. - Get nervous and anxious easily, especially in front of women. - No skills. - No motivation. - Addicted to porn and fapping daily for the last 15 years. - Always lying to my family and friends. - Dependent on my father, who earns only ₹20,000 a month — and I can’t do anything for him. - Lost my golden years doing nothing but scrolling, overthinking, and building fake scenarios in my head. - I compare myself with everyone on social media and feel worse every single day. - I feel like a complete loser. And you know what hurts the most?When I see others doing the things I wanted to do — it breaks me inside.It feels like something inside me is burning… like I’m being left behind while life moves on. I’ve tried to change.I really did.But every time I start — I fall back into the same cycle again.Scrolling endlessly.Watching porn.Eating junk.Wasting time.And then hating myself for it. I don’t even know how to express this pain properly.It’s just… something deep inside that hurts beyond words.