Yep. Losing it in the kitchen is a 'thing'. I cracked it when I dropped a tray of oysters Kilpatrick while I was getting them out of the grill. Completely spat the dummy.
The Energiser Bunny, bless him, was trying to calm me down and pick up the oysters while I'm roaring and bellowing and trampling all over them.
There was a period of shocked silence at the end of the ranting. Quite a watershed moment as he had though I was Coping So Well.
Screaming in the car is pretty good. It's best to be out of town a bit on a quiet road and it makes your throat really sore,. I've found it helpful. The old blue wagon proably sounded like the world's weirdest ambulance slowly approaching but, hey, what ever works. MXX