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The question I ask right now to the person I see in the mirror every morning.

Just Who Are You?

One thing I know. I feel my little love inside me and I would do anything for this angel God has given me.

It could have been a great day. A perfect weekend to eat strawberry yoghurt in the morning and put on tights and sports bra. Run into the car and drive while finishing every drop from the cup. Then head on to studio and release some stress and negative energy while stretching your body out and relaxing you soul in the mats. Yoga. What a nice morning. Again, it could have been that way. It could have been a great day.

But... here I am. Crying myself out as I punch my hands on the cotton brown shirt he’s wearing, after I almost break my skull as I purposely threw it to touch the wall. I’m just tire of my life. What a morning.......

I can’t feel my stomach growl anymore. I can’t feel my face as the water fills my vision. 10:20AM. The class definitely started and I missed it. I can’t make it this weekend anymore. Not anymore. And I know I need to keep everything inside me for another full week. I’m getting frustrated. No, I’m getting more and more frustrated. Anxiety is eating me. It’s swallowing me. It’s finishing me.

I ran through the door. I can feel the ice cold floor as the winter weather gets inside the house. I almost got it open. I was ready. I was almost there to see if I would land in a car, parked just below the building, or maybe in the pavement 5 to 7 inches high beside the parking lot. I was ready. But he closed and locked the door immediately. He was fast. He was strong. He was filled with tears.......