People like us, we can’t possibly understand until we’re in it. What a waste of time, we think.

But it’s worth so much more than time.

I’m talking about dancing. Not the kind we do in our bedrooms at night, but the kind that happens in a room full of people with a DJ on the side. Crowded, terrifying, beautiful dancing.

The lights are hidden except a few colored bulbs that blare on the walls. And the music, it’s so loud you can’t hear yourself think. Only that’s the whole point. Body-to-body, breath-to-breath, with people we’ve never met before, hearts beating to one rhythm as we bounce or sway or shout to the sound of it.

We can dance for hours and let go of everything that causes headaches at night and anxiety every morning. We can release the pain, the anger, the guilt, all of it, and scream at ourselves until we’re ready to fall apart into the simpler parts of the world. We don’t have to hide anymore, because in this place we are new.