Keep Breathing
One of One.
I’m breathing. Slowly, in and out, in and out. Everything’s calming down because I’m breathing slowly. The headache is going, the shaking is stopping, the tears aren’t flowing anymore.
I’m breathing, and it means I’m OK. It means I’m carrying on; it means that like everyone I have moments where I don’t think I can make it, where emotion takes over and everything seems to be caught up in a whirlwind I can’t control. But the dust settles, it always does, and I can then take a moment to myself to breathe.
Just breath. In and out. In and out.
I’m breathing, and that means everything is OK again. Everything is OK. I’m OK.
I’m breathing, and it means I’m OK. It means I’m carrying on; it means that like everyone I have moments where I don’t think I can make it, where emotion takes over and everything seems to be caught up in a whirlwind I can’t control. But the dust settles, it always does, and I can then take a moment to myself to breathe.
Just breath. In and out. In and out.
I’m breathing, and that means everything is OK again. Everything is OK. I’m OK.
♠ ♠ ♠
(Written rather quickly after a particularly bad crying session over the passing of my grandmother. I was trying to calm down, just concentrating on taking deep breaths, and this is what sprang to my mind.)