Female emotion isn’t seen as ‘safe’ or even normal, but hidden away in bathrooms and bed covers. Female rage even less so, hardly acknowledged, never honored. My rage is so strong it shatters me – and I know I need to pick up the pieces again. My sadness is a clear message that this is not it. I am brave, and vulnerable, and honest and real. That is who I am. So I pack my bags and head for the hills. I am free – always free – to follow this call.
- Paper Castle Press