Second Monday Post 2...
A wave of sadness has engulfed me. I can't breathe. I struggle to come up out of this. The pressure on my chest. My rapidly beating heart. And then the tears...
This isn't ok. I long to hear the familiar ringtone or thunk of a text from you. I long to see your truck pull into my drive. I long to hold you. To laugh with you. To be with you.
I wonder if this is what a near drowning feels like? The waves keep pounding me and knocking me back down. I can't stand up....
Jesus....sweet Jesus.. I crying out to you. Pull me out of this. Make this better.
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