Some days are harder than others. Today has been one of those days. I nearly lost it in the middle of my Pilate's class. My teacher doesn't know about the accident. I haven't told her because I wanted some place I could go without everyone knowing my pain. She gets to see my physical pain every time I go. She tells me to breathe through it, "Inhale through the nose; exhale through the mouth. Don't forget to breathe."
"Don't forget to breathe," I remind myself now when the waves of grief crash over me. "Don't forget to breathe, Stephanie. You can't just hold your breath forever. You have to live. You have little girls to help through this. You have to breathe."
And eventually the wave subsides and I don't have to remind myself to breathe anymore. Then I can come sit at my computer and write out my own personal therapy session for all those who love me to come read to discover the answer to that most difficult and mundane question, "how are you?"
Today, my answer -- I am breathing.
