Some Days your world falls apart…

Saturday morning I shot up out of my bed, my mouth completely dry, my chest felt tight, and I couldn’t get a deep breath. Immediately I grabbed my phone…7 am an entire 2 hours since I last woke up and I hadn’t missed a call or text, that must be a good sign. I knew I was Travis’ emergency contact, so if he went into surgery I’m sure someone would call, right? For sure if he didn’t make it through the night they would’ve called. I drank some water from my water bottle on the nightstand and focused on breathing. I kept telling myself “He made it through the night.” Not much later I shakily made the call “please pick-up” I kept repeating. Continue reading “Some Days your world falls apart…”