because that’s exactly what it feels like, isn’t it?
not wanting to die.
just wanting something to shift,
something to ease up,
something to stop hurting for five minutes
so breathing doesn’t feel like a chore.
it’s not the end you’re longing for…
it’s relief.
it’s rest.
it’s a version of yourself that isn’t carrying the whole world alone
something very chic about crying while driving….have to keep it a little classy so you don’t crash….other drivers unaware a diva is down in the next lane over….