Somebody I love sent me these simple words:
"Breathe. I love you."
I'm trying. I swear. I'm sucking air in and out, sometimes rapidly, while I go about my day.
But I am suffering from the tremendous need to do something.
I should work out five hours a day. I should go to a movie. I should teach the kids to skate. I should invite a friend to visit. I should go on a trip. I should whiten my teeth. I should make more friends. I should paint the house. I should do a thousand other things to distract myself and improve myself right now.
But all I can really do is breathe. In and out. Over and over.
Fucking air.
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