Tonight, I felt like I was dying. Again.

It crept in, like it always does — quiet at first, then full-blown chaos. My head felt funny, my stomach flipped, and my brain told me it was something serious. A brain tumor. An aneurysm. Something fatal.

My hands got cold. My chest tightened.
I wanted to cry, scream, and run. I wanted it to stop.

And yet…
Here I am.
Still breathing.
Still here.