No I'm more like a mouse in a world of rotten cheese. Only foul taste...

Anguish is less intense today, but not gone. I am still numb. The demons of depression have broken in and have ravaged the living room and plundered the kitchen, now they are sleeping on the sofa... I feel the danger.

It seems to me that any tiny bit of reality could fade at any moment. My hands, my car, my world... ain't truly mine.
I can enjoy NOTHING. Not even a sip of fresh water when I'm thirsty. Yes I can rink, but not get the pleasure.
I feel I could start to ramble at any moment (if I'm not already). Better go to sleep.

Thank you and bye