Driving down a new stretch of highway, construction has mangled both sides of what used to be pasture. “Where will the deers live now mommy?” my six year old says and I wonder that she asks a question many adults haven’t considered.
And there is a new carcass on the road everyday on my way to work but somehow it doesn’t seem to matter, so I wonder why I think about these things..…these seemingly trivial concerns such as life and death, her voice echoing again in my head when I do.
And I learned recently the definition of a panic attacks and how they usually hit when you think everything is fine. Like on Christmas day right before the turkey is served and everyone seems happy but for you who has to hide in the guest room trying not to cry while you shake and struggle for air as if there is some present danger, only there is nothing but the sound of distant laughter, silverware tinkling against china and your own heart thumping loudly in your ears.