Hopeless. Feeing a 50-pound sack is on my back; everything takes more effort. The skin around my eyes feels tight, as though that area is constantly tensed to hold back tears.

Exhaustion. Don't want to move at all; no reason to get out of bed.

Skin is made of plastic wrap; anything has the power to hurt - even air.

At it's worst, I saw the world through a gray screen...damn, I thought I had forgotten a lot of this...a constant feeling of being wrong, a constant feeling that something bad has
happened or is happening, a feeling that everything is somehow my fault. Complete lack of self-worth. Complete lack of sexual interest.

Wow. Some of these are cognitive errors I still have to fight. Some of them, and the life problems they caused, are very clear in my mind.

Thus is a definite ice cream trigger. Haagen-Daz coffee, here I come...