I feel like my whole life has been a time of shallow breathing and today I asked myself, “are you even breathing?” For some time now I haven’t. Not since the day you died and definitely not since I could remember.
Breathing is something involuntary but I’ve always felt like I had to voluntarily breathe. Yeah I know, horrible, but this is how I’ve coped with not ending it all. “Choosing to breathe” even if it means shallowly….