Tightrope
This is the second time it's happened—hitting a wall, that is. You know, the emotional kind. You know you've hit the metaphorical wall when you can't think, you can't process conversation, you can't make a sound. The air gets stuck in your throat and the universe seems to pause. In moments like these, I'm not sure if it's easier to know why you've hit the wall or easier to not know. All I know is I knew. I knew why I hit it and I know now. It...