charnag numl'esstu

It's always this time of the year that my mind retracts into it's own little world and my thoughts lean on the past more frequently then I want it to. I guess it's depression, but I have a hard time describing what it feels like. I guess it's like drowning except there is that loud static noise accompanyed by it. I want to make it stop but then everything would stop and I'm not ready even if my mind tells me that it's time.