Another attempt at clarity. This week I've struggled to breathe more than others. Air is not filling my lungs in the seamless way it once was. Now it fights its way in and prematurely rushes out.  

Truthfully, underneath it all, there is no logical reason as to why I feel this suffocated. Medication? Parental problems? Coping with the liminality of it all? Who is to say. So we'll go to bed and wake up tomorrow just to stare at the face of not knowing.