Fingers Crossed

I can't breathe. It goes on for weeks at a time with, maybe, a couple days off for a brief respite. There is a tight band across my chest every day. I see my friends, my boyfriend, my colleagues and I can't breathe. There are no scientific theories that explain how to fix this…and that's what I do: I fix things. I fix things for myself and I fix things for other people. Ironically, I am so, so broken and, to be honest, don't see a way out a lot of the time. My story of anxiety and depression is a slow one and not very interesting. But, hopefully, one day, I will be able to breathe. Fingers crossed.