I used to be a frequent slammer of doors and drawers, etc....big time...until I ended up creating more issues to have to fix around the house while not fixing a damn thing as it related to my mood or the actual issue....but it was like an automatic response that I couldn't think or feel my way through at the time...and often the more I thought about it, the more things I wanted to slam. If I didn't slam stuff, I felt for sure I'd explode.
I remember reading something about a lady who would go spend a few dollars on thrift shop dishes and would take them to a friend's property who had an outbuilding they let her use to smash them up. I don't remember all the details, but she mentioned it was her new favorite anger management technique, then she learned to do various types of mosaic art using many of the pieces she broke.
I read another story where someone knew a junk yard owner and they let them go bust out windows of some of the cars with a bat. My body can't handle but so much, either, due to chronic pain, so I have to rely on less strenuous methods of release more often than not. The primal scream in the woods, into a pillow, or in my car is one I can feel the most energy released from with little physical effort. Along with the act of writing things down and getting them out of my head/heart space and safely destroying them with fire.
The kitchen remains my favorite release space (right next to nature and my breath) to work out emotions via the chopping, combining, cleaning, continual learning, creating, and eventually rewarding myself with something tasty-to-me and more healthful than I ever realized I needed that also slowly but surely helps build a stronger foundation, albeit still a pain-filled one thanks to decades of neglect/abuse. I already had a huge love for cooking and such, so that helps me partake in that particular outlet a whole lot. But some days, even the thought of chopping vegetables hurts. May we all find our most helpful/kind-to-self ways through this tricky maze called life.
