She's a question without answers

So when I was growing up and I'd be in a bad mood or flustered, my mom would tell me to go scream into a pillow. I'd rarely do it, because at the time she told me, I was cynical and angry and doing the opposite of whatever she said. So today I was stressed and aching and the sorrow in my heart was rising again. I heard a little voice whisper "Couldn't hurt to try, Mols"
so I took a deep breath, sent myself to a secluded spot in the house and screamed all of my anguish and hurt... into a pillow.
I got less tense, my problems seemed really infantile, and I went on with my day... just like that.
Funny how, 3 years after her death, my mom is still teaching me some pretty big lessons.