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Then I'm back.

Updated: Sep 25, 2021

A cool breeze brushes my face on my morning run.


Then I'm back in Tenessee. Going on my morning run near our apartment. I feel the same cool breeze. Feel the same emotions. Depression. Pressure. And hoping this run can get me out of it.


I feel the warmth as I open my car door at Target.


Then I'm back once more. I'm married. It's a Friday night, and I'm buying decor for our home.


It can be the simplest thing.


A smell.


Temperature.


A familiar landscape.


To bring me back to who I was. In a different life, as a different person.


Then I realize, I'm not that person anymore.


The guilt of that realization pours through me.


I feel fake.


Dishonest.


Guilty.

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