I feel the dark enclosing around my body. It fingers embracing my pale skin and dragging it deeper into nothingness. I feel the arms surround my body so I can't escape.

It's difficult to breath and even more difficult to live my life without showing what a hard time I'm going through right now.

I want to write, but I'm at a loss for words. It's difficult to await a day when it isn't tedious just to breath. When the walk out the door is just as treacherous as fishing on the middle of the ocean during a hurricane.

I can't breath and I can't explain what's wrong.

A switch has turned off, or maybe it's turned on.

Something awful is happening.

Only good thing is, after something awful, there really is only one way to go.