I can feel myself slipping.
You know that feeling when you’re sliding into depression, the momentum is building, and there is no stopping it?
I can feel my mind going to places that it should not go, making plans that should not be made, and having ideas that are far from healthy. I crave some relief from the weight that rests on my eyelids and my heart, but at the same time, this place is comfortable. This is familiar. This is where I am numb and isolated and safe from the outside world. But never safe from my own mind.
I feel myself slipping into the darkness that I won’t know how to crawl out of. All I can do now is wait to rise out of it.