Still Breathing

Holy Hell and Recovery…Thank you to Stories that Must Not Die. xo!

Stories that Must Not Die

The following story was submitted by Tara from Even At Your Darkest. We admire the courage, vulnerability, and radical honesty of this heart-felt retelling.

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I’m tucked into this cute bungalow, feeling its good vibes, listening to my dogs wrestle, seeing the flowers blooming outside the window in my yard…but I am still sad.  The sadness aches and throbs.  The betrayal fresh like it happened yesterday.  I sip my wine.  I said I would not drink, especially with the new medication, but I cannot seem to bear the weight of this.  The wine ebbs the tide of pain.  For a while.
Need to find the quiet in myself again.  I’m always so tightly wound now, shoulders hunched, breathing irregular – and take another sip – Breathe in…Hold it…Breathe out slowly…
Why do I still love him?
In therapy, we talk about preparing for situations that may arise, like seeing him…

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