Seeing no other outlets to release my frustration, I punched the wall. And then I punched it again. For a full twenty minutes, I continued to punch at it. I only stopped when I saw more blood on the wall than drywall.
I looked down and realized that my entire fist and all of my knuckles were solid red. I was pretty sure I had even broken bones in my hand, although I could not feel anything in that moment except numbness and rage.
"Feel better?" Joey asked, as he wiped the blood off the wall and hung the second painting back up.
"No," I responded, still angry.
Jessica came over with a wet cloth and gently wiped my hand. She then handed me ice and encouraged me to sit back down on the couch.
"Are you ready to continue?" Dr. Miller asked.
I ignored his question, choosing to instead ask one of my own.