Life, Love, and Rum: A blog of random musings & true stories.

Don’t Tell Me To Breathe When I’m Already Drowning

The lift doors close, and I shut the door to the flat and burst into tears. Feelings of loneliness and panic boiling up inside me at breakneck speed. Whirling around in my head are half-forgotten memories, flooding my brain with defunct and spent emotions previously tucked safely away and filed under; ‘done and dusted/thank god that’s out the way/won’t miss that/next!’ I never loved the school run. I hated the school run. Everyone hates the school run, don’t they? The rush and hassle and stress of getting two school-aged kids showered, dressed, breakfasted and out the house with micro-seconds to spare before the morning rush hour traffic hits the village, is not something I ever anticip

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