Just like that, in just one second my life ended. My unsteady, unsure breaths stopped. My fluttering stomach froze and the churning calmed. I don’t know how long I’ve been gone. So many people telling me it’s not my fault, only time can heal. Time is not a healer. But I am. My chest moves ever so slightly. There’s no dramatic gasp, no sudden clutching of the chest. Just small, tiny, almost inaudible breathes. In. Out. In. Out. Time did not teach me how to breathe again. I did.