My ribs squeeze my lungs, and my skin stings. A tear for no reason escapes, and when I go to explain, my tongue is numb and all the words are in outer space. I didn’t try to feel this way.
Did I look down to see cottage cheese thighs first, or did I suddenly and overwhelmingly feel depressed first? Does it matter?
I’m always appalled at how it can sneak up on you and you can’t remember which came first: the soul or the body panic. I feel ya. x
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