I get seasonal allergies, and with them, brutal asthma attacks.
Attacks that feel like your lungs are caught in a vice. Like trying to breathe through a straw.
Your body, trying to protect you—also trying to kill you.
It’s funny, the things we take for granted.
Like breathing.
You don’t think about it—until it’s gone.
And then it’s all you can think about.
So right now: stop.
Take a deep breath. Take two. Take three.
Feel your lungs expand.
And be thankful you can.