Visiting a Rage Room

The pandemic caused stressful job changes and family health crises, and canceled the wedding my fiancé and I had planned. I reached a breaking point. We got married in a small ceremony instead, and my husband gifted me with a visit to a “rage room.” We suited up in protective gear and—for 20 glorious minutes—used golf clubs, bats, and a tire iron to smash dishes, appliances, and an old TV in a space designed for that purpose. We laughed and cheered until every last thing was destroyed. For the first time in what seemed like forever, I felt in control. I hadn’t realized how much anger and tension I’d been holding in until I was able to let it all out.