Breathing

Grief affects us all in different ways; my husband sighs constantly. I wanted to point it out to him and tell him how annoying it was, because it always makes me feel like I have done something wrong. How self-absorbed to assume it was about me. He’s just trying to breathe; sometimes that’s about all one can do. And sometimes even that takes an effort.

The evenings and weekends are tough. I lie on the sofa and it feels as though something heavy is on my chest, and if I don’t consciously choose to breathe it feels as if my body will quit breathing altogether. I felt crazy until someone in my support group said they have the very same sensations. Anxiety can do that, apparently.

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