When the colours seem so unnatural, pasty and stale. Garish. Surreal. When the voices inside your head are louder than the sounds of your surroundings. 

When your limbs feel heavy and time moves at irregular pace. 

When you feel like someone else is breathing for you. 

When your existence is forced, not lived. 

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