Today's OneWord: Channel
"I know you're angry, Chris," my mother said, watching my fingers turn white as I gripped the bedpost. "I know how much you want to hurt him. How much you want to kill him. But you can't. You know that." I didn't respond to her - not verbally, anyway. I could hear my breaths assaulting my ribcage, bursts of guttural notes playing xylophone on my bones. "What I need you to do," my mother continued, unperturbed by my hyperventilation, "is channel that anger into something else, okay?"