It's heavy, this thing called mental load. But it is a lot easier to lift and manage if we help eachother out.
Sometimes we feel like our words don't hold enough weight.
The seemingly tiny moments, the chats here and there, the speaking out in moments where we feel our voice needs to be heard; whether it's for ourselves or on behalf of our children, our family or our friends, as women, wives, mothers, who are all trying to hard to keep this load from falling off our shoulders completely, they're not tiny when they're collected together. Like drops in a bucket.

You never know, is it your drop in the bucket that will be the one to fill it? That will suddenly make all those drops powerful enough to drench?