I've got another one - that comes in the form of a story!
Years ago I had my own trailer (I'm one of the few who can say he/she was fortunate enough to own their own house at the age of 19). It was fucking awesome to have that much freedom, and since I was a teenager when first starting out, that freedom was like a gateway drug. I remember having different roommates in that one-bedroom "suite" and the worst of them all was this 6'2" wastrel who was always going on and on about horrible ways to kill people! He was incessant I think.
It was the first time I started to experience anxiety, living with him. He didn't clean, he didn't vacuum, he didn't do dishes, he didn't even shower... at least not without being asked. So one day I came up with a coping mechanism for the way he treated me. In all honesty my coping mechanism was a defensive strategy/mechanism that developed as a result of the fucker always thinking about the macabre! It's hard to describe all the personal details that went into my coping skill, but the ultimate goal I developed was to literally shake my body and limbs every single time I even so much as thought of hurting another person. In a way it paid off.
I believe the epicenter of my spiritual anatomy comes from the development of that goal of being completely conscious of an arguably inhuman desire. They say with great power comes great responsibility. Carl Jung teaches of the shadow. Jordan Peterson teaches of the taming of the Beast (beauty and the beast). At the pit of our nature as beings, we are all disgusting and equally fragmented, bestial and most of all, all of us have the capacity to be limitlessly Good or unfathomably Evil. What came as a result of that coping skill was a simple but mindful technique to always be in control.