Today.

Today I am breaking.

The drive home was silent. 

Until I was hit in the chest by life’s fist.

One second I was singing,

The next?

“Fuck, I need to cry”

So, I did.

I cried for hours.

I cried until I couldn’t see anymore.

I cried until the weight I’d been holding on my shoulders slipped off as each tear on my cheeks did.

I cried until I could breathe again.

Life loosened it’s grip on my lungs and my heart and let me see again.

I feel better now-

not great, but better.

Thank you, life, for making me check in with myself tonight.

Tomorrow I’ll hit the ground running again.