Breathing

My memoir is an addiction memoir and now I find other ways to make myself feel good. Too good is scary because when you come down from that, it's feeling, well, too bad. For example, there's an unreliable man that I loved in another lifetime (long story) and he calls and I'm so, so happy. And seeing that he's unreliable, he'll ignore me for days or weeks at a time and I feel way sad. When I drank, I'd make sure it was to the point of pass out because that would guarantee my not feeling anything. Point being, too good or too bad is too much. But guess what I discovered? If you breathe, often, and in different, deliberate ways, it makes you feel a balanced kind of good. Try this, put your index finger on one nostril and in hale and exhale slowly and repeat on the other side. See?

"and she's climbing a stairway to heavan."