This morning I woke up to a very intense anxiety attack. I’m still trying to catch my breath. My ears have been ringing for hours (since last night) and my head has been spinning and my dreams were extremely chaotic. I am tired. No. I am exhausted. No, that word isn’t strong enough either. I am the ultimate understatement right now. Everything hurts and I’m so worn out from hurting. My heart, I can feel it breaking and rebirthing itself and mending the wounds and the blood flows heavy, I assume. My head is a mess. God, I need strength. I don’t know how to get myself through this. This pain will not last forever. Okay. Okay. Okay. I will remind myself of this every day. And every day, I will grow stronger. And every day, I will learn how to move on but…this morning I feel sad. This morning I had an anxiety attack. Heartbreak never felt this heavy before. But I’ll pick myself up off the floor. I can do this. I can do this. Once more…I can do this.