Because you always have to have one of those. The first post is probably the most awkward, nobody quite knows what they want to say or whether anybody else will even care once they've said it.
Sometimes, I can't breathe. How's that for an opener?
I think I decided to create this space for a number of reasons, and one of them is not breathing anymore. I guess over time, as I write more, it will become clear why this is and how I came to be like this. Maybe it won't. It all depends on how well I convey my thoughts, how good my writing is after 5 years of refusing to practice it - another reason this blog came to be.
Rule #1; Never give away the plot on the first page.
And so I'll talk about breathing, because today was a day I couldn't breathe. I don't think it's anything even vaguely interesting, like anxiety or a panic attack. Sometimes I'll be thinking about the Issues, sometimes - like today - I'll just be staring at a menu trying to figure out what to eat for lunch. Sometimes it just wakes me up at three, four, five am. For no particular reason, everything just stops for a couple of seconds and I realise I'm not taking a breath, my chest is refusing to expand. Then it passes and instead I'm sucking in huge lungfuls of air like an asthmatic. The first few times it happened was a little scary, but now I'm used to it so my biggest concern is not looking like a complete nutcase in public.
Thought for the day;
When nobody else will do it for you, how do you start rescuing yourself?
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