Dancing Out Your Emotions

When the weight of the world settles into my bones, sometimes the only thing that supports me is movement, music, and the wild permission to feel it all.

Sometimes, the journey of self-discovery feels heavy, 
like wading through shadowlands, thick with sorrow and old stories. 
I can lose myself there, crouched inward, head bowed, body folded forward in defense, clinging to sadness like a moth-eaten security blanket. But then… I remember:
 Healing doesn’t have to be solemn. 
It can be wild. 
It can be playful.
 It can be creative. When I open my chest,
 when I cry with my shoulders back and my head held high,
 something shifts.
 The grief is still there, but it flows differently. It transforms.
 It doesn’t close me; it moves through me. Emotions are rivers that move and change. Not prisons, keeping you stuck.
 They’re meant to be felt, honoured, and released Not held onto like a relic of who we once were. Sometimes I scream into a pillow, punch and kick until the storm inside softens into tears…
 and then, almost unbelievably, into laughter.
 Into power.
 Into gentleness. Into joy. Dance is my medicine. Music is my alchemy.
 A sad song lets the grief pour out. 
A joyful beat lifts me up.
 When the rage needs to leave my body, nothing works better than drum and bass Loud, chaotic, freeing Shaking every stuck piece of me loose.

🎶 What songs are your medicine when emotions swell?
 What music helps you remember to move it all through?