I didn’t know I could be capable of reaching a very dark place, and when I’m there it takes me a couple days to come out. My childhood trauma, depression, anxiety, and overthinking can consume me so much that sometimes I don’t know how to “be myself.” It’s kind of like I’m merely floating in the deep end of an ocean treading water, slowly getting exhausted and almost running on E. At that point it feels like I’m drowning and I can’t come up for air even though I want to. But even through those bad days, I still have some good days. It’s just some days are a lot tougher than others.