I feel a hand across my throat. It’s not hurting me. It is just there. But it terrifies me. I know what’s coming. Every day it is going to squeeze a little bit tighter. Every day it’s going to be a little harder to breathe. Every day I am a little bit closer. I don’t how I will open my eyes. I don’t know how I am going to survive it. I don’t know how I will exist. That is the best way I can try to explain it. I don’t know how it will be possible for me to exist on Sunday.
It’s everywhere. I don’t watch TV and I still can’t escape the ads, the reminders, the “don’t forget about Blahblah Blah!” all over the place. Everywhere.
I am terrified.
This might destroy me.