Breathing was hard today. Isn’t it ridiculous that something so natural can be so difficult?
I stopped breathing properly and began panic-breathing when I became overwhelmed with multiple emotions. Primarily fear, worry, and guilt exploded quietly while I tried to avoid all of it and do everything the mom, wife, and student needed to do.
I just want to tell the other parts of me struggling with even more overwhelming emotions that it’s ok to cry now. And reach out. And feel grief. And be sad.
I am worthy of love even when I panic that I’m not worth anything.
I need to breathe.
I will be ok.