Note to world #24

She felt that familiar bubbling in her chest, the one that often led her to overreact in order to feel she had gained control of the situation.

She knew she should let things unfold.

She knew she should breathe – and that didn’t mean hyperventilate.

Breathing. More breathing.

B R E A T H E

She reached her threshold. Her breaking point. She kept breathing. But it sounded more like a scream – one giant exhale of all her bottled frustrations.

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