Stress stifled her, like an asphyxiating pillow placed unerringly on her mind and shoulders. She thought over her priorities, and talked about them to her loved ones. Then, the stress disintegrated, as a cloud of smoke fades away, slowly. She enjoyed the rest of her evening.
Beautifully written. The name of your blog brought me here. Hoping to see more from you, fellow feminist 🙂
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Thank you! It’s nice to see some real-world feminists that aren’t ‘karening’ from the path of feminism.
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It always helps to talk about IT.
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Indeed.
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You’re right…sometimes letting it out is letting it go.
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Yep.
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Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
WHEW! 😀
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enjoy the rest of your evening thefeministwriterwhogoesmeh ☺️🤓 sending creative vibes ~ smiles hedy
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Sometimes sharing our feelings to our confidante really helps… I call my friend painkiller because whenever I meet and talk to her…. My every worry fades away just as you mentioned 💫
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Yes. My friends are my ‘painkillers’ as well :))
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