Inhale.
Exhale.
Release…
I sat at my desk at work and took a deep breath and as I exhaled I could feel tears start to pool in the corners of my eyes.
In order to shield myself from the “are you alright?” or “Is everything okay?” questions as my coworkers passed by, I did what any girl would do; I removed my glasses, leaned my head back and fanned my eyes until the tears had no choice but to retreat.
It worked for the moment but my chest was still tight and my heart was still heavy.
I called out to avoidance but it didn’t respond this time. It was at that moment I understood my spirit would no longer allow my body to hold onto pain, no matter how desperately or loudly I called.
In Quest of Her 