I woke up to overwhelming dark, cold and crashing waves that keep one treading, gasping for every breath. I had to remind myself that this feeling would pass but it helped to speak with my therapist and counselor, take my prescriptions, continue to eat healthy and pray daily.
Remembering to not be distance, my husband and I talked, cried and hugged each other tightly.
We're going to be fine. I'm going to be fine. There is light at the end of the tunnel.