Anger issues? Mars sitting in the wrong house, again [Health Astrology]

Mars smolders beneath the surface. Not loud, not obvious—just hot. A quiet tension builds inside. It climbs the spine, grips the jaw. A glance becomes a trigger. A word feels like an attack. We flare before we even speak.

When Mars rests wrong, it stirs trouble. The house it enters becomes charged. Every interaction holds friction and spark. The self grows impatient with itself. Others become threats, even silently. There is no peace in routine. Small things feel enormous, unjust, intrusive.

Mars in the fourth? Home turns hostile. Mars in the seventh? Love starts to burn. Mars in the twelfth? Sleep breaks under heavy pressure. The body keeps the fire alive. Shoulders knot, stomach churns, skin flushes. Everything clenches, bracing for eruption.

This isn’t rage—it’s erosion. A slow wear on tenderness. Words come out too fast, too sharp. Touch feels too much, too soon. We regret, apologize, repeat. Then comes the melancholy. The loneliness of misunderstood fire. The ache of separation after explosion.

Mars needs movement, not suppression. The energy must go somewhere real. A walk until the legs tire. Pushing weights until breath breaks. Punching a bag in a quiet room. Anger turns to rhythm, to flow. The storm finds its tempo.

Then stillness. Not silence, but soft space. Breathing deep into the burn. Naming the sensation without reacting. Learning the pause between heat and harm. Mars, when heard, becomes a force. Not of damage—but of drive. It builds what it once destroyed.

We can’t extinguish Mars. But we can give it direction. We can choose not to fear it. There is power in that choice. Peace, not from calm—but from control. Fire shaped, not snuffed. A slow return to warmth. A fragile steadiness, earned breath by breath.