gulps and swallows and ima be all right, tho

Working on some painful writing homework from my therapist, listening to Kamasi Washington, feeling like this lump in the back of my throat is about to wail out—swallow, swallow, swallow. Gulp. Am I really this alone? Gulp. I am. I really am. This is not what I thought my life would be when I was a kid. Ima be all right, tho.