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I keep going into these pockets of feeling super low. It sucks. The feeling of drowning. Those metaphors weren't just made, they are backed with the reality of experience. It really does feel like drowning. Irredeemable. Just sinking and sinking, getting heavier and heavier. No, I don't enjoy focusing on my depression. It leaves me no choice. It's like this loud silence in the cacophony called Life. You know when people say that there is light at the end of the tunnel and you don't see it yet, so you keep walking and walking while getting sucked into the darkness in the hopes of finding light. It's like this ghost that constantly pulls me into its emptiness. It gets cloudy in here. And even the most joyous of creatures droop in its presence. No, nobody wants to feel this way. I don't want to either, but that's how my journey has become, an inescapable tragedy.