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.