It's like a weight upon my shoulders, upon my head. The bleakness extends to the extremities of my hands and feet. It's all numb. I'm struggling under the heaviness of this fog, trying to see past this curtain of smoke into more nothingness. I want to cry, but my heart beats too fast and I can't catch my breath. I'm drawing deep breaths and my voice sounds like it's coming from the end of the tunnel. It's not my voice.
I'm afraid. I'm afraid.