I like the idea of writing down everything I'm hurt and angry about (using the foulest language, and maybe some splashy flecked red and black painting, LOL), onto paper. Then tear that paper up into the smallest pieces. Then feed them... one... by... one into a little fire pit decorated ritualistically as the death of your troubles, and watch them burn, one-by-one, until they are ashes. Take the ashes somewhere significant, crumple them into a powder, and let them fly to the wind, disperse out into the world, to be recycled into dust.
Ahhhhhhhh. I feel better just thinking about flushing my toxins, in this manner.
CLMI