I’m good for a while. I’ll talk more, laugh more, sleep and eat normally. But then something happens, like a switch turns off somewhere and I shutdown. I am left with this darkness of my mind that I can’t explain. But each time it seems like I sink deeper and deeper. I’m scared. Terrified that one day I won’t make it back up. I feel like I’m gasping for air that I don’t even want. On a thin like from getting up and falling back down. So I sit. Sometimes in silence, sometimes in tears, every time alone.