Uncertainty

For a little less than eight years, I've lived with angst crushing my chest every other day. I didn't know when its punishing fingers would grip my heart and squeeze. I hurt. The pain became physical on the worst days, and hyperventilating, crying jags haunted me around every corner. I was desperate. I needed a change. Maybe if I moved all the way around the world, the pain would go away. It did
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Published on April 22, 2018 08:51
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