When I was 10 I had a friend called Sandrine. Now, Sandrine hated her name and she hated most things – adults, slugs, people with beards and people with “long arms” all made the top 5 – except for one: shouting. Sandrine claimed that this de-stressed her and made her feel brand-new again. It seemed odd to hear these motivational words come out of the mouth of a 10 year old, but then again, Sandrine’s mum was very new-age and into her hip alternative medicines, so it did make sense.
I always thought it was total rubbish, of course, until recently when my dog went missing in the woods and I was forced to shout “Woodywoodpecker where are you!” at the top of my voice. It was only then, many years later, that I realised how much less stressed it made me feel.
To make sure it wasn’t a fluke, the next week when me and Woody went to the woods walking, I had another go. It certainly was no fluke! In fact, it felt like the first time I had ever shouted…and wow…that was something.
So I recommend that anyone do it. Just for kicks, because it really is a fantastic way to just get it all out. You just might need to wear some 2xu compression shorts to stop yourself from getting a hernia…but honestly? Have a go and you won’t regret it.
Sandrine would be all smug if she could read this now…and who knows, wherever she is right now, maybe she is.
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