It was two years ago today. I was standing outside my house, waiting for a cab. Standing in the drizzle, with a laptop under my arm, crying and waiting, waiting and crying. Trying to breathe.
Raindrops. Tears. Tiny breaths.
Yes, there I was. In the rain, outside my house. Crying and waiting for a cab. Dressed for a meeting, but heading for the E.R. Thinking I didn’t want to die. Finally, I really, really wanted to live.
That made me feel a little better.