deep breaths

Fourteen days. I can't even think those two words without breaking down. I am panicking and deeply sad at the same time. I want to scream through cascading tears and grab anything within my arms' reach and never let go, like a three-year-old whose parents are leaving for the weekend. I feel more homeless, lost and alone with every day that passes. Ironically, I'm much more at home in the world, loved and "found" than I was a year ago.

But a conversation with mom never ceases to ease and refocus my mind, while reminding me how fortunate I am to have these challenges in my life. I am proud to be slowly gaining the strength that I have always known her to have.