Thursday, Jan. 31, 2019 @ 6:46 am
I sweat through my tank top every night.
He texts me, and something happens that might be a panic attack. I don't know about these things.
I wonder if there is a name for this. Like PTSD.
I walk into my old yoga space. I poke my head around the corner to see the teacher. He looks at me and responds immediately, "Hey you! It's been a while! Welcome back."
I wait for the bus each morning a few houses down the street from where Chris grew up. I told him what was happening. A few days later he messages me: Keep nurturing that inner flame within you.