I recognize the feelings a little too well. There is a tightness, a sense of what’s coming that rises up into my chest. I consider it my almost panic attack, when I can tell my body is starting to need a moment, but it’s not to the point of breakdown.
I stop and breathe deep. I repeat mantras, say a quick prayer and keep going. It was Ben’s first day back to work and I knew the anxiety would creep in.
I’m in the middle of changing Virginia’s diaper when it occurs to me, this too, is familiar. Not the diaper change, well I mean obviously that is familiar, but the being left alone.
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