What I’ve felt:

Like being in a black box, and your feet can’t find the bottom…A bottomless, black box.

I can see myself – look down on my body and see how irrational I’m thinking, I want to slap myself, shake myself out of the stupor, but I cannot. It’s like I’m already a ghost.

And more than once…Hundreds of times…I’ve been so sad, so full of Despair, that I was sure I would stop breathing. Just stop breathing…And my life would end. Just cease.

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