I sit in the parking lot of my local pharmacy, fingers lightly clasped around the steering wheel like a loose forkful of pasta.
My breathing is quick but not panicked. My heart follows suit — ba-dum, ba-dum-dum, ba-dum. There’s music coming from the radio but you couldn’t pay me to tell you what was playing… I have no idea.
I guess numbness is the best way to describe what I’m feeling. My mind won’t stop racing or asking questions: Wasn’t I here two days ago?Read more on themighty.com