.o.r.

this was exactly my argument. this was exactly what i never wanted to happen. i thought i was safe. but it happened anyway. now my anxiety is back. and all other else. every day is a battle with breathing. and i'm failing at it. inhale. exhale.

i thought i was safe.

i know this vacation wouldn't cure anything. but i'm hopeful to let go of even just a tiny bit of this darkness. one day at a time. back to square one. breathe.