It feels like being trapped in a mile long maze made of twenty-foot-high walls and ridiculous twists and turns.
It feels cold. Really, really cold.
It feels like my head is being compressed and trying to get away from my body.
It feels very uncomfortable but also something that nobody can help me with, sort of like a brain cramp.
It shuts me down and makes me very uncertain.
It makes me feel alone in a full house and amazingly alone in an empty house.
It makes breathing something to concentrate on instead of second nature.
It hurts. Every damn second hurts.
I want to beat you down this year, depression.