As my first year in the PhD program looms, I can feel my anxiety building. It’s like someone has
planted a bomb in my heart and it’s just sitting there in my chest, squeezing and ticking away. I’ve
been having some actual panic attacks lately (something I haven’t had in a long time). If you’ve never
experienced a panic attack, it feels like your chest is getting tighter and tighter, like all the air has gone
out of the room. And this is why Kyle is my hero, for sitting through these with me, for holding my
hand, for breathing with me, for helping me to focus long enough to get out of the loop.
If life is like
walking a tightrope in a circus,
the crowd below just waiting for me to fall, then being married
is like the safety net below me.
It’s the difference between falling and going SPLAT
and being caught.
After almost seven years together,
thank you, Kyle, for still catching me, for not
letting me go SPLAT.
What about you? What has your relationship done or been for YOU?
PS: Check back soon for pictures from my office makeover! I’m pretty stoked.