breathing room

Denial and all, I survived the past week. I am writing this a free woman. You know that feeling when you're swimming in the ocean and a wave crashes over you? It sends you spinning into the sand so hard that you're not sure which way is up. So you're confused, scared, and you can't breathe. THAT is what last week felt like. Now, it feels like that first gulp of fresh air. Maybe I am a little worse for the wear (my under-eye circles definitely prove that) but I can breathe again. I can relax again.

I have nothing of real consequence to say, other than that I am happy. I think.