Deep breath out.
Everything will be okay.
I feel like I’m slowly suffocating. And some days, like today, it feels like the plastic around my head is crumbled and twisted. My little pocket of air is taken from me; I gasp for air trying to breathe, but all I get is plastic. Then the plastic is released and it relaxes and I can take shallow breathes again. But I can never fully fill my lungs.
I’m trying to survive.
It seems like that’s all I ever do.