Sometimes I feel such a weight on my chest that I cannot breathe without it hurting. My body aches from the stress. It’s almost an everyday battle to breathe without hurting. To wake up smiling, ready to greet the world before suddenly the weight of everything and nothing settles down on top of me.
And I can’t breathe.
But I take a deep breath: in with the good and out with the bad. And then I take another and another. Until the weight has lessened a bit.
I will not stop fighting. I will not give up. Bad things happen, but I will survive. It isn’t the end of the world, despite me feeling like it is most days. I can make it through these next few days. I can make it through the weeks after that and the months and years. It will be okay. I just have to take a deep breath and keep on going.