AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGG! Sometimes what is inside me threatens to become a poison. Sometimes the pressure cooks until I am hissing. Ssssssssssss.
So I need to let it out. In little spurts, in giant floods. Out it must go.
Vent. The secrets, the ugly truths, the just pain in the ass moments. Once they are out, they can change. They can become funny, dark humor. They can become opportunities for growth. They can become just as ugly as they were on the inside, but heck, at least they are OUT.
Because the stuffing it in is stifling. And vents, well they are made for a reason—flow. The good and the bad must move. Through me, through you.
This month Mamaloders are letting it out.