It's the day I dread 364 days of the year.
The day that makes my heart feel like it's in a vice. And the squeezing feeling is unbearable. And it hurts to breathe.
The day that turns my stomach into one giant knot.
It's the anniversary of the worst day of my life.
It's the reminder of this day that made me sob on a recent five-miler in the middle of nowhere. Just me, bawling my eyes out, as I ran down the road. All alone. Without a single witness.