Today

I raged. I cried. I cursed. I hugged. I sweat. I bled. I laughed. I huffed. I puffed. I slept. I woke. I ate. I drank. I chewed. I shivered. I stretched. I dreamed. I remembered. I wanted. I yearned. I refused. I hid. I danced. I sang.

But most importantly: I lived. Another day. Still I remain when so many do not. Fair? Hardly. Void of rhyme or reason. I can spend hours twisting the whys, hows, and whens around in my head continually  fighting against the impending panic and hyperventilation.  Or I can feel it. Accept it. And let each breath come as it may--for however many breaths I have left.