The Shut Down

 Greatly depressed over the last few days. The sort of weighty, heavy-boned depression I haven't felt for a decade. I couldn't speak. There seemed no point.

I didn't draw this shitty anvil. It's off the internet

I'd forgotten what it was like, feeling like this. But what it's like is just awful. You just shut down, collapsing in on yourself. It's heavy. Like a suit of armour and you can't find a can opener. 

Seems to be lifting. It doesn't always last long. No idea where it came from. 

Thank fuck it's fucking off.