You can't see her, but there is an elephant on my chest. She's rather heavy, her weight pressing down with careful precision. I cannot get her off. I cannot find the strength to do much more than simply breathe.
Breathing does not come easy. I must concentrate to get my lungs to inflate fully, to feel myself expanding with life. My mind is solely occupied with this one goal. Everything else is a distraction.
Distractions upset the process, upsets me. I snarl in response. I can only do one thing. Breath. Concentrate. Deep breathe in. Deep breathe out. Just breathe, until I get this elephant off my chest.
Her name is Sorrow.
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