Catch My Breath
There's a moment. Your instincts kick in and suddenly, you're not walking anymore. You drop everything and you run. Anything could be waiting on the other side of that door, and yet you run anyway. They say "fight or flight", but what do you call it when you run toward something? You're hoping, no, praying that it's good news awaiting you. You can't be certain, but you run anyway.
The relief comes, eventually; just like it always does. Just for a moment, you let yourself breathe. For that brief instant, you allow yourself to exhale and the dust settles. The storm starts up again immediately, but at least you had a fraction of a second to catch your breath.
Time passes. Slowly, then swiftly and slowly again. It all blurs together.
So you sit there, the silence hanging between you. She's ashamed to look at you, and you're too scared to take your eyes off her. What do you say? You say nothing. Nothing can explain the fear, the terrifying host of possibilities that ran through your mind and haunted your nightmares.
Over the next few days, your breathing returns to normal and you stop walking on eggshells. No more tears, no more nightmares. The exhaustion takes over and you suddenly are so tired of the whole situation that you just don't care anymore; you can't care anymore. You just can't afford it all anymore.
And you reevaluate your life and your relationships. You get rid of the people who need you more than you need them and take you for granted. You keep the ones that are always there, no matter how much time has passed since you saw them last. And you remember what the week has taught you: You matter. When all is said and done, no matter what happens, you are important.
The relief comes, eventually; just like it always does. Just for a moment, you let yourself breathe. For that brief instant, you allow yourself to exhale and the dust settles. The storm starts up again immediately, but at least you had a fraction of a second to catch your breath.
Time passes. Slowly, then swiftly and slowly again. It all blurs together.
So you sit there, the silence hanging between you. She's ashamed to look at you, and you're too scared to take your eyes off her. What do you say? You say nothing. Nothing can explain the fear, the terrifying host of possibilities that ran through your mind and haunted your nightmares.
Over the next few days, your breathing returns to normal and you stop walking on eggshells. No more tears, no more nightmares. The exhaustion takes over and you suddenly are so tired of the whole situation that you just don't care anymore; you can't care anymore. You just can't afford it all anymore.
And you reevaluate your life and your relationships. You get rid of the people who need you more than you need them and take you for granted. You keep the ones that are always there, no matter how much time has passed since you saw them last. And you remember what the week has taught you: You matter. When all is said and done, no matter what happens, you are important.
I am important.
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