The End of Anxiety: How I Deal with Intensity, Contempt, and Triggers Without Losing Myself

I haven’t felt anxiety in over 670 days. No panic. No self-doubt. No feeling of being overwhelmed by the world’s chaos. And it’s not because life got easier. It’s not because people stopped being difficult. It’s because I found myself.

Once anxiety disappeared, I expected smooth sailing, but that’s not how life works. When you become unshakable, the world doesn’t stop shaking—it just stops shaking you. The biggest challenge wasn’t internal anymore. It was external. It was people.

The intensity of others. Their emotions. Their judgments. Their contempt. The way they projected their own chaos onto me, expecting me to engage, react, defend, or fix. I used to feel triggered by this—by their anger, their passive-aggression, their false accusations, their attempts to drag me into their storms. But I don’t anymore.

Because just as anxiety was never about the external world, neither is being triggered by other people.

Intensity and Contempt Are Not About You

When someone attacks, dismisses, or tries to provoke you, it feels personal. But it isn’t. Their intensity is about them. Their contempt is about them. Their emotions, their stories, their fears, their unmet needs.

It took me years to realize this. Before, when someone challenged me, raised their voice, mocked, dismissed, or belittled, I felt the internal pull to engage. To correct. To prove. To justify. I thought my reaction was about standing my ground. But really, I was being pulled into a cycle of validation-seeking. I was allowing their chaos to dictate my state.

Now? I don’t. Because I know who I am. And when you know who you are, you don’t need to defend yourself to those who don’t.

The Moment You Engage, You Lose

Engaging with hostility is like stepping into quicksand. The more you fight, the deeper you sink. Because intensity thrives on reaction.

Someone attacks you? They don’t want truth. They want control. They want to pull you into their world, make you play by their rules, get you to prove, fight, and struggle. They need your reaction to validate their emotions.

But what happens when you don’t give it?

What happens when someone insults you, and you don’t flinch?What happens when someone pushes for a reaction, and you remain steady?What happens when someone’s anger collides with your stillness instead of your defensiveness?

It dissolves. It has no fuel.

When I learned this, the game changed.

What Triggers Really Reveal

Being triggered is not about the other person. It’s about what’s unresolved inside you.

Think about it. If someone calls you an idiot, and you know beyond a doubt that you’re intelligent, do you get triggered? No. You laugh. You see the absurdity of it. But if you secretly doubt your intelligence, if part of you fears they might be right, their words will hit like a blade.

Triggers are teachers. They show you where you still believe something false about yourself.

So, when I feel the pull—that split-second tension when someone is condescending or combative—I pause. Not to suppress. Not to ignore. But to ask:

What inside me is reacting?

Do I believe what they are saying?

Is this mine to carry?

And almost always, the answer is: It’s not mine.

7 Principles to Master Intensity, Contempt, and Triggers

Freedom from anxiety doesn’t mean the world stops throwing punches. It means you stop stepping into the ring. Here’s how:

1. If It’s Not Yours, Don’t Pick It Up

Other people’s emotions are not your responsibility. Their anger, disappointment, or need for control is theirs. You do not have to carry it. You do not have to fix it. You do not have to react to it.

➡ Ask: Is this mine? If not, let it pass through like wind.

2. Let Silence Do the Heavy Lifting

You don’t have to correct them. You don’t have to defend. You don’t have to engage. Silence is power.

To be alone is often a fear most cannot consider, much less face. The silence of solitude terrifies because it leaves us with nothing but ourselves, stripped of the noise that so often fills our days and drowns out the questions we are too afraid to ask. Yet, in solitude lies a gift unmatched, a chance to meet the self hidden beneath the weight of the world’s demands.

In solitude, we find our way. We hear the voice that speaks only when the echoes of others fade, the voice that has been with us all along. It calls us back to who we are, back to what is true. The helpful tones of others, lending their opinions, their advice, their expectations, those echoes recede, and we are left with clarity.

Yes, it is far better to be alone than to be driven mad by the endless race for attention. Far better to sit with yourself, even in discomfort, than to seek connection as a means to see your reflection. For if you cannot see yourself, how can anyone else? How can a world glimpse the depths of your soul if you cannot first turn inward and know its shape?

The Cost of the Race

The chaos is not in solitude. The chaos is in the race, the frantic, desperate chase for another’s attention, their approval, their touch. We call it connection, but it is often a disguise for something else entirely. It is a grasping for validation, a reaching for someone to tell us who we are because we cannot bear to face that question alone.

When we chase others to know ourselves, we hand them the pen to write our story. We become characters in plays we did not write, our roles submitted for publication by the very act of seeking their validation. The torture is not in being alone; it is in surrendering our identity to the shifting opinions of others, hoping they will see us, love us, understand us.

But they cannot. Not fully. For even if they offer their love, their appreciation, their touch, it will never reach the parts of us we have not claimed for ourselves.

The Truth Found in Solitude

To sit alone is not a punishment. It is a profound act of courage, a sacred rebellion against the world’s insistence that our worth lies in its applause. Solitude is where we come to know ourselves, where we strip away the roles we’ve played and the masks we’ve worn, leaving only the truth of who we are.

The silence of solitude is not empty. It is full of possibility, full of the voice we have silenced for too long. In that silence, we meet the self that is not shaped by others’ opinions or defined by their expectations. We meet the self that has always been there, waiting to be seen.

In solitude, we reclaim what is ours. We take back the pen and write our own story, not for an audience but for ourselves. We find the peace that does not come from the absence of noise, but from the presence of truth.

The Amplification of Connection

When we know ourselves, connection becomes something entirely different. It is no longer a race for validation but a meeting of equals. We do not seek others to discover who we are; we share who we are with them.

This is where intimacy begins, not in the desperate need to be seen, but in the quiet confidence of being known by yourself first. When we bring our whole selves into connection, we amplify one another’s light. We do not complete each other; we complement each other.

This kind of connection is free from fear. It is not burdened by the weight of needing someone to validate us. It is not fragile, dependent on constant reassurance. It is strong, rooted in the truth of who we are, unshakable even when the world around us shifts.

The Pain and Peace of Solitude

To sit with yourself is not easy. It requires facing the parts of you that have been buried beneath the noise, the doubts, the fears, the wounds you hoped someone else would heal. Solitude demands that you confront what you’ve avoided, not to break you, but to free you.

In that freedom, you find a peace that cannot be taken away.

When a Man is Wanted, Loved, Touched, and Known

I’ve lived through the seasons of what it feels like to be wanted and the emptiness of what it feels like when you’re not. There’s a shift that happens in a man when his wife wants him, not just as a partner in life, not just as a provider, but as a man. When she sees you, desires you, and chooses you, something changes. You feel it in your chest, in your posture, in the way you walk out the door in the morning. It’s as if the world stops demanding proof of your worth because the most important person in your life has already declared it.

When she loves you, not just the safe, polite love of commitment, but the bold, raw love of truly knowing you, it settles something inside. It whispers to the insecure parts of you that you can stop running. Her love tells you, You’re enough right here, just as you are. It’s not a transaction or a reward for what you’ve done; it’s a mirror reflecting back the value you sometimes can’t see in yourself.

Then there’s her touch. You can go your whole life chasing the feeling her touch gives you. A simple hand on your shoulder, a kiss that lingers, or even her fingers brushing against yours while passing by—it’s enough to remind you that you’re connected, that you matter, that you’re not alone in the world. It’s grounding. It’s primal.

And when she sleeps with you, it’s not just physical. It’s not just sex. It’s a declaration that you’re desired, body and soul. It’s vulnerability meeting vulnerability, a space where nothing else matters. It tells you, I see all of you, and I choose you. It affirms everything inside you that wants to feel like a man, not just in the physical sense, but in the deep, emotional, and spiritual sense of being desired and accepted.

The Identity Shift

There’s no denying that this kind of connection changes a man. When you feel wanted, loved, touched, and known, it builds something within you. It’s like filling a reservoir that’s been running dry for years. You walk taller, speak with more confidence, and face life’s challenges with a new kind of steadiness. Her love doesn’t just comfort you; it energizes you.

But as powerful as this transformation is, it also carries a quiet danger. When her love becomes the source of your identity rather than something that affirms it, you’re building your foundation on shifting sand. This love, as beautiful as it is, isn’t static. It ebbs and flows with the seasons of life—times of stress, distance, or even her own personal struggles. And if you’re relying on it to tell you who you are, those moments can leave you unsteady, unsure of yourself, and searching for something to anchor you.

I’ve been there. I’ve tied my sense of worth to whether or not she loved me the way I wanted her to. I’ve felt the panic when her attention wavered, the insecurity when her stress pulled her away. I realized then that as much as I needed her love, I needed something more. I needed to know who I was without it.

Discovering the Core

Discovering who you are beyond the love of your wife is not about rejecting her love; it’s about ensuring that your identity is unshakable. It’s about asking yourself the questions we so often avoid. Who am I when no one is looking? Who am I if I strip away my roles, my successes, my failures?

This process isn’t easy. For me, it meant confronting the layers of identity I’d built over time—the provider, the protector, the fixer. I had to ask myself if those roles defined me or if they were just things I’d learned to do. I had to sit with the uncomfortable truth that much of what I thought I needed wasn’t tied to my core.

When I began peeling back those layers, I found something deeper. I found the values that weren’t negotiable, love, integrity, compassion, freedom. These weren’t things I had to earn or prove; they were simply part of who I was.

Aligning With My Core

Once I uncovered those values,