“Kids. I lowered my phone. Closed my eyes. Planted my feet and started the slow breathing my VA counselor had taught me. One... I'd been doing well. Exercising. Eating healthy. Two... maybe drinking too much. Okay, definitely drinking too much. But... three... nothing worse. Not even cigarettes. Going to every brutal therapy session and doing as I was told... four... with the faith that eventually it would make things better instead of worse. Five. I opened my eyes. “We're still good,” I whispered. Say it till it’s true.”
Book:Dead Stop