I think that may be one of the most fitting post titles possible...and giving credit where it's due, of course, a total acknowledgement to author Terry MacMillan.
I was on an upswing in the month of May. Feeling better, feeling stronger, feeling like, fist-pump skyward "YES!", I'm going to get through this, get past this, I'm moving forward.
Then June 4th happened and I'm drowning again in sorrow, in grief, in disbelief, in hurt and every god-damn day, I am trying to claw my way back up again. Every once in awhile I gulp in a bit of air as I realize that my breathing is very shallow, and I need to dig a little deeper and actually take in a proper breath.
I may be naive.
I may wear rose-colored glasses.
I may be gullible.
I'm also fucking stubborn...so claw, scratch, scrape or fight my way back to feeling happier about things, I WILL.
I am exhaling. Right this moment.
2 comments:
A perfect quote:
"Well, I'm gonna get out of bed every morning... breathe in and out all day long. Then, after a while I won't have to remind myself to get out of bed every morning and breathe in and out... and, then after a while, I won't have to think about it."
Hang in there...
Exhale and try to release all the negative thoughts and start a new or fresh start. Good luck!
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