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 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.