You know when you just need to yell?
When there’s a bunch of stuff piling up, whether it be work, school, personal life or something else, and you get caught up in it because it just won’t go away — and it feels like you’re being compressed? And you can feel it. Really feel it. But it doesn’t feel like there’s a good outlet for it?
I’ve had no shortage of those moments this year. Being bombarded with the pressures of entering the workforce as an adult when I’ve only just become one while trying to run a professional newsroom — hundreds of staffers, 78 Slack channels, three dozen editors — and doing it all as a full-time student at one of the most well-known universities in the country can be a lot.
And it feels like you can’t say it out loud sometimes because you have to keep morale up. You can’t be angry. You can’t be sad.
People know your face. They know your name. They know your title. You’re a public figure.
And when it really gets to you, sometimes you just want to yell.
You just… have to yell.
And when I have to yell, I sing. I sing a lot.
There’s nothing more cathartic than channeling your frustrations into a ballad you’re belting in an empty room in the middle of the night. Nothing like getting into the shower and pouring your sadness into a lament for someone’s long-lost love. Nothing like taking a deep breath and then trying to match Whitney Houston note-for-note to get all that pressure off your chest, making you feel alive again.
