It started last night - the feeling that comes every.single.March. I didn't expect it this early, but the thought of being alone on that day brought on the sadness like a tsunami. I can't get above the waves, and I feel like I am inhaling water rather than air. My chest hurts and I am constantly on the verge of tears, afraid that others around me will notice and will ask what's wrong. I can't talk about yet, shit, I try not to even think about it.
It will continue to define my life - one life before that day, and a completely different and foreign life after.