It happened to me once, a couple years ago. I was working on my Tamiya Morris Mini Cooper, which is a beautiful kit. But, I just kept having repeated problems with the paint, and I had already stripped and repainted the body twice. My third paint job got damaged, and I calmly put away the Mini.
Then the stack of kits I put the Mini on fell over.
I then started grabbing models off my shelf that I never had been satisfied with, throwing them against the wall, and stomping on them with my boots, screaming unintelligibly the whole time. I took a hammer to an old toy that I planned to scavenge for greeblies for sci-fi builds. I only stopped long enough to reassure my wife that I wasn't hurt, and that I needed to do this.
After I was done, I felt much calmer, and much more in control of myself. I cleaned up the carnage, and haven't gone anywhere near that crazy since then.