"Just breathe," I say to my friends when they have anxiety attacks
It is always my first step, before reminding them of all the cute cuddly things they love
But how can I breathe knowing what I've done and left undone?
How can I breathe with these words unspoken from my lips, that you are hearing from those who love you and you love in turn?
Atlas's struggles are nothing compared to the weight I bear stretched across my shoulders.
Jesus's cross is lighter by far.
But somehow, I manage to take an impossible breath with my chest tight.
I don't want to fail my friends
I've already failed myself
How do I take the next breath, knowing that the pain of failure will be right there with it?
It's not by reflex
I choose to breathe because one day I might be end up a success
All it takes is breathing