As everything tumbles down around you. The walls closing in, the impossible possibly happening. Breathe. When all you can think is, “this can’t be happening. this can’t be real” echoing inside your head. Breathe.

Because at that moment, when you’re reeling from the shock, when you can’t think of one single thing that could make this infinitesimally better, it’s the only thing to do. Breathe. Because when all you can think is, “this wasn’t supposed to happen to me!”, and the hurt turns to anger it’ll be your only escape. Just breathe. Your life is not perfect and contrary to popular belief it is not like a movie. Not like a love song. This too will scab over, bury itself under other memories. Other moments. When it isn’t at all as you planned. When the entire idea of your future is dangling by a silken thread.


Breathe.

Breathe.

Breathe.

And pray….

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