Breathe

That is what I keep telling myself.

Breathe.

After a day where all she wants to do is sleep, but if I leave the room she almost panics… Breathe.

After she snaps at me, because she is upset when she can’t do thing like before… Breathe.

When she cries, because she feels like she is a burden on us… Breathe.

When she sleeps, and her breathing is ragged because it has attacked her lungs… Breathe.

When she is gone to one of her many doctor appointments, and I’m left alone to think of what she is going through… Breathe.

When my daughter crawls into bed with me at night crying, because she is afraid of losing her… Breathe.

Breathe.

When I’m overwhelmed by everything and everyone.

Breathe.

When the bills keep coming.

Breathe.

When the calls are always coming.

Breathe.

When the question is always the same.

Breathe.

When all I want to do is scream and pull out my hair…

Breathe.

When the fear of what life without her will be…

Breathe.

When life keeps moving as if nothing is wrong with her…

Breathe.

When I feel like my world is crashing down around me…

Breathe.

When I feel I can’t catch my breath…

Breathe…

Breathe…

BREATHE

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