You take that deep breath and try to figure out when it all got so complicated and try to make sense of things.
You take another one when you flirt with that line between relapse and recovery. Hope and despair. Pressing on and giving in.
You take yet another one when you try to decide how sick you're willing to let that secret make you.
You spend so much time inhaling, that it's a wonder you're even able to breathe at all.
Darling, it's time to rest. Time to regroup. Time to exhale.
Things are never what they seem. What looks like a huge wall can be scaled and conquered. Exhale.
What seems like the inevitable relapse, is one phone call, one text away from another day of victory. Of hope. Of pressing on. Exhale.
That secret that feels like a lump in your throat that you couldn't possibly overcome, is just waiting to be liberated. It's longing for you to reclaim your healing. Exhale.
Those secrets and the pain that you've spent so much time burying into your soul have become like a cancer, consuming every healthy part of you.
Exhale darling. You deserve it. You've held your breath long enough.
Do you feel that in your lungs? That's fresh air.
Your story is waiting to be finished.
But you need fresh air.
It's time to exhale.
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