Updated: Sep 10, 2019

This is definitely a dark piece, written in a bleak mood. But curiously, after writing it, my spirits lifted so effortlessly. Ordinarily, I would just delete a post like this the day after writing it, but I'm leaving it in the hopes that others will witness just how cathartic creativity can be, regardless of the form. We simply feel better when we share...even if no one reads it!


I can’t breathe like I used to. There are days when the air just doesn’t get in. When I would take my mom to her pulmunologist, I would tell the doctor that I had breathing problems too, so he had me tested and sure enough, like her, I had emphysema. I asked him if it was from my smoking days, and he said the scarring looked more like it had been from an infection.