Breathing Until SunriseAge 23 · No medicine · No call for help · No collapse“The silence of breath is louder than any scream.” — a man who lived to tell no oneIt came again. Twelve years later, on another Year of the Pig. This time, no one knew. I was alone, sleeping on the top bunk of my university dorm room. The room was clean, the lights off, everything still. I rested in the dark, coughing. My chest was tight. I couldn’t breathe. I pressed my hand to it, gently — like trying to keep my bo...

Breathing Until SunriseAge 23 · No medicine · No call for help · No collapse“The silence of breath is louder than any scream.” — a man who lived to tell no oneIt came again. Twelve years later, on another Year of the Pig. This time, no one knew. I was alone, sleeping on the top bunk of my university dorm room. The room was clean, the lights off, everything still. I rested in the dark, coughing. My chest was tight. I couldn’t breathe. I pressed my hand to it, gently — like trying to keep my bo...