When I hear the words exit my mouth, I think...keep coming, one after the other...just like that - don't stop talking because you might start thinking.
When I walk, I purposely place one foot in front of the other...deliberately moving my heavy body - heavy from grief, despair, confusion but also heavy from knowing...what I should have known, what I should have seen long before now.
My breath - in and out. I pay attention because I must - I startled myself awake when I realized I had stopped breathing.
One at a time - one word, one step, one breath - is how I plan to move on through the first week, first month, first year of an emotional quake that trumps any scale of measurement.
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