As the words flew across the page, her mind became clear. The guilt left, the stress faded, the pain began to lessen. She unlocked those emotions she'd been holding in for months and they tore through her like a tidal wave, causing her fingers to fly across the keyboard. Relief flooded in as she understood that it was out of her hands. When she clicked the send button it was all over.

No matter what happens, it was her turn to talk. It was her time to say what needed to be said. And come hell or high water, she was going to do what she needed to do to sleep through the night. And sleep she would...just as the words filled the screen, her body began to relax again. She shut off her laptop, curled up in her bed, and sighed. Yet another productive day in the life of an enslaved mind, just aching to be released onto the page.