[Written: 2025-02-20]

I find myself drifting in a vast ocean, invisible but tangible bindings of my mind securely fasten my limbs together, and them in turn to my body, head and neck. I have become immobile.

I wage a war in my mind that does not belong to you or to me. I feel myself sinking into oblivion as I struggle to free myself from my own restraints, and I know I can no longer operate as my kin do.

The only way I can carry on breathing is to sink deeper, and deeper still into a place where the is just enough space for me to take air into my lungs again.

This is the weight of a life I did not choose.

This is the weight of lives we did not choose.

I can still remember though, even after my own thoughts multiple and burden my mind exponentially day by day, hour by hour; that this life is still worth living.