Breathe in... breathe out...

The simplest task. We’re literally born knowing how to do it.

But what happens when your breath is taken away? When high flow oxygen doesn’t work? When intubation isn’t helping? I can picture it now.

There’s this feeling in my gut that I can’t shake...

As I get closer and closer to the day it all started to happen. I can’t ignore it.

It is beginning to consume me. That soul crushing feeling that something is going to go wrong.

It’s almost one year to the day that my entire world stopped. I’m having panic attacks, I feel like I can’t breathe.

You’re trying not to cry but on the inside you feel like you’re about to let out a scream so loud you could shatter windows.

I message Brink, he tells me that everything is “normal” for me. That puts me at ease.

So I get on my bike in the living room and I pedal, hard and fast, through tears, playing my Fight Song.

I got this.

xo