She seethed with anger, hissing with a violent soft fury through her clenched teeth. Her tiny tense seven-year-old body shaking ever so subtly, elbows and knees locked, hands in fists vibrating at her sides with her eyes slits of fury and tears. She was trying to hold her anger in but it was like boiling kettle trying to contain steam inside.
I put my hand on her heart and cupped her cheek with the other hand and I asked her to tell me in words how she was feeling.
The staccato words she uttered with such sad anger, pure anguish through gritted teeth were “I. Am. So. angry. I. Feel. Like….I feel like…I feel like…I. Want. To…” she didn’t want to say it.
“Hit something?” I asked gently.
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She managed to spit out “Hit Someone” before she broke out crying with heaving sobs.