I used to keep a stash of old cheap nasty dishes from Goodwill and some old shower curtains or cheap painters' plastic sheeting. I could go down in the basement or the back yard and break dishes until the worst blew off. Kind of a compromise with myself. I'd get to break things, but I didn't destroy anything important. I liked the sound, liked throwing things. When I felt better, I could just sweep up the stuff onto the plastic, wind it up and pitch the whole works in the trash.

Not very constructive or productive...but it helped me blow off the wost of the steam.