This winter has been so harsh that I find myself waking up in the mornings gasping for breath. One never truly feels as fragile as they do when they're unable to draw a full breath into their lungs, and as I grasp desperately for my inhaler, I am reminded that it is a blessing that I am still able to breathe at all.
There are so many reminders about how lucky we truly are, about the things we take for granted.
I used to be in and out of hospitals as a child for my asthma. I've almost forgotten what it feels like until this winter, that feeling of helplessness as I try to draw air and fail, knowing how it will worsen in time if I do not find salvation in medication, knowing exactly how it feels to be deprived of the most vital things that is keeping you alive.
Today I am reminded of my fragility, and I am thankful for the reminder.
Who knows indeed, when I will be taking my last breath?
owh..siannya u athma..
ReplyDeletemy sis had been attacked several times and satu rumah panik..
but it made me understand how bad it is..
make sure u keep urself warm okay :)