breakdown

This one was different.
At noon today, I knew that it would come.

I sobbed for almost an hour. My best friend held me and told me that it was okay to feel these ridiculous things because I feel them and that's enough for them to be important.

Then.

Stared at the mirror.
Washed my face.
Put gym clothes on.

And then went to a Zumba class.

It was different.
Different because I spoke aloud the words I had tucked away.
And I let myself feel them.

So I walked into the gym and let my heart race.
(Sometimes that's okay.)


And I don't know if I'm running to or running from

but I need to keep running.







xo.pa