Drive

I am hurrying to pack up and get on the road.

Five and a half hours to my son's dorm.

I did not drive in Asia. I liked not driving, but I didn't like not driving.

Relationships, even with things as mundane as driving, are complicated.

I am most prone to panic attacks while driving, especially on high overpasses and bridges. This drive has three bridges, big bridges.

I remember my breathing exercise and affirmation to stop panic attacks.

I breathe slowly and sigh out softly on the exhale, I tell myself, "This is not real."

It mostly works.