Breathing through It All

You Don’t Need Insight. You Need Air. 💨

It doesn’t usually hit me in a dramatic moment.

It’s smaller than that.

Standing in the kitchen when an email lands wrong.
A text that feels colder than it probably is.
Traffic that stops moving.
One of the boys talking back and I feel my chest tighten before I even respond.

That’s when I notice my breath has climbed into my throat.

Short.
Fast.
Protective.

Same …