My massage lady was telling me how she could feel the pain in a woman’s body who had been battling depression.
I asked her what she could feel from my body.
I’m one of those people who laughs and smiles a lot, so I was totally expecting a glowing review.
From my arms to my legs.
She went on to quickly clarify, that it wasn’t a destructive kind.
It was a bursting kind.
Like every little bit of me was wanting to burst.
To leap out and be.
Lord knows where I go from here.
But she’s right.
She’s right and I’m bursting.
Now I just need to find the right outlet.
PS -My massage lady’s details are on the resources page. She’s more professionally known as a remedial massage therapist than a body story teller.