I think I'm finally doing better.

I had to step away from it all
so that I could fill my lungs once more.

I found myself spinning, plummeting,
desperate to catch my breath.

heaving,
     gasping,
          choking,

It's been more than a year...

Has it? Will I wake up in March?
Some days I feel like I might wake up in March.
Or October, even.
Sitting on my bed as the floor fell out from beneath me,
Confident that I was at the lowest I could be.

But this world chose to prove me wrong.
A year spent heaving, gasping, choking,
and my lungs are full again.

I can stand again.
I can sleep without fearing I'll wake up in March.
Or October, even.

I'm still breathless, but I've made it.