January 30, 2017

Driving

My mom's car accident is not my son's burden, yet I cannot breathe
Sitting in the backseat, pushing down the tears and I cannot catch my breath

My anxiety rises and I have no desire to allow myself to be overtaken
This cannot consume me
Yet, here I am struggling for a breath

one....two....three....breathe....

The burden of my anxiety is not my child's
My mother's accident is my history, not his