Mia picked up the nail polish bottle and threw it in her fit of rage. She was shaking all over and none of her breathing exercises helped her calm down. She stood still, trying to stop the anger again but it didn't work. Mia flew into action once more- upsetting her bedside table and snapping a paintbrush in half. Immediately, her rage died down as she began to mourn her lost paintbrush. That was one of her belongings that she absolutely treasured simply because she loved to paint. Mia loved that paintbrush and as odd as it seemed, breaking it was almost like she was breaking herself.

Mia slumped to the floor and rested her head on her knees. After a moment she looked up to survey the damage. The nail polish and shattered pieces of the bottle were slowly oozing down the wall where she had thrown it. All of her blankets, pillows and sheets lay on the floor in a heap next to her upturned mattress. Her chair lay on its side like a fallen soldier and her bedside table lay near its holdings which too spotted the floor. Papers were strewn everywhere and there was a crack near the bottom of her mirror. And the paintbrush lay in the center of the chaos.

Mia groaned and picked up the paintbrush. While going to get duct-tape, Mia contemplated her random anger outburst. She really needed medication because this was just too much for her to handle. She had broken so much over the past few years that she couldn't afford to make a bigger mess. Her closet was full of broken items and the memories of shattered relationships. Mia trudged back into her room with her newly repaired paintbrush and got to work organizing. No one was going to come over (no one ever did) but she knew another fit of anger might arise if she left this mess.