Deep breath in, long breath out.  Inhale, exhale.  Breathe in, breathe out.  These are the words I repeat daily. A constant cycle in my head. A reminder of why I’m not dead.  The ability to breathe each and every single day.  Honestly, I don’t know how to breathe now that you’ve gone away.  I tend to gasp for minutes at a time.  I spend hours trying to think past fine lines.  Again, the tightening of my chest.  The pain I get even when my mind is at rest.  If you can’t breathe, then why can I? How I can fight to live and survive?  Here we go, breathe in and breathe out.  A daily reminder that I am here for a reason.  A monotonous obstacle... I must breathe through another season.