I hate those down moments.
You know, those times when everything grinds to a halt and your heart suddenly feels like it weighs a thousand pounds?
It comes out of nowhere.
It could be because I overhear people talking about babies or children or pregnancy. It could be because of some commercial I saw or a comment made to me in passing. Sometimes, it happens for no reason at all.
At that moment, it feels like I will never recover: crushing and heavy. Those first few seconds are the worst part.
Then slowly, somehow, I lift myself out of that moment and continue on my day. Sometimes, it just takes a second, sometimes longer. But eventually I get there, and life is normal again.
But, boy do I hate those down moments.