I can feel it coming on again, like a sheet being pulled up and over my body, or even a mask sliding ever so slowly from my face revealing the nothingness. When approaching this dark encased tunnel there is no flicker or pinhole of light ahead, just the darkness. I cannot change this. I don’t particularly mind this. As the emotions deaden and what was vibrant becomes static, I can feel my focus coming around. Though in this misery I may be fixated on the lack of enjoyment of my days, I will troubleshoot and task myself in a myriad of ways. Most people get lethargic or angry, and rarely extending themselves beyond the cool sheets of their bed. You may begrudgingly have risen and gone to work or school, however your head, heart, and desires all stay centralized on the ideal of still being alone in a peacefully black room, body met with bedding and cloaked comfortably by sheets. Let’s see what comes and goes on this round. And so I go, spiraling steadily down the rabbit hole.