The only way I can explain it is;

I was having a really great day. Out of nowhere, I want to cry. I want to cry the kind of tears that stream so fast my lungs choose hyperventilating because no other response matches what I am feeling.

My tear ducts fill and I quietly swallow air. There is no logical reason for this. I make it all disappear with one swift thought: find out how much you weigh,

and get rid of it.

I take a deep breath, and

don’t do anything.

Someone, someone, anyone, tell me I look amazing I have a strong heart.

I do. I have a very strong heart that pumps enough blood for my body to run miles and miles and miles. But sometimes when there is panic it stops for a second too long and I forget.