Slumps of the brain

Dear Stranger,

I find myself in these slumps. Some days, getting out of bed feels impossible. I can't function. I've battled depression and while I'm better now, there are days when the air seems colder and I feel myself slipping back into old habits. It's like I'm drowning

gasping for air but not trying to swim to the surface. I've grown so used to this feeling that I almost find comfort in it as I sink deeper.

It's hard to explain this to others, as the struggle is mostly invisible. The world moves on, but I feel stuck in a moment that stretches endlessly. I remind myself of the progress I've made, yet the fear of slipping back into that dark place is always present. It's a strange paradox— wanting to escape the numbness but also feeling oddly safe within it. The familiarity of the struggle becomes a twisted kind of comfort. I hold onto the hope that these slumps are temporary, that brighter days are ahead.

-Blue