<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[Peace Through Pressure]]></title><description><![CDATA[Finding Calm Amidst Chaos]]></description><link>https://www.peacethroughpressure.com/blog</link><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Fri, 24 Apr 2026 07:17:13 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://www.peacethroughpressure.com/blog-feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[Freedom]]></title><description><![CDATA[October 18, 2020 There has always been a piece of me that screams to be free. I don’t know why, or where that desire is rooted, but from the time I was a small child, I have felt this ache. My birth mother was bipolar—not extreme, but enough that I never knew if she was going to be met with happiness, sadness, anger, or chaos. And whatever it was, it was often intense. I won’t go too deeply into that, but I never felt particularly free to be myself in those conditions. As a child, I used to...]]></description><link>https://www.peacethroughpressure.com/post/freedom</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69eae72db17cf497ceb57bf1</guid><pubDate>Fri, 24 Apr 2026 03:54:48 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Helen of Joy</dc:creator></item></channel></rss>