Let me tell you something weird but interesting and a little sad.
Over the past week I travelled in the north of France. I never felt particularly sad but I know I wasn’t my bubbliest giggling Self either. SO yesterday on the train, while going to another place in the north, I started thinking. No, actually I started journalling and while doing so, I noticed a feeling of rage swelling up inside me. My body was urging me to move and I could physically feel, that something wanted to get out of me. First, I interpreted as a scream and punch kinda-thing. But my inside was literally resisting something and demanding movement. At the time I thought I needed literal physical movement. And right now it hit me.
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Nele Kintrup 