The Depression Rambles: My Zombified Brain

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I try to access my emotions, but I can’t. They’re like fish swimming in the pond, but between us is a thick layer of ice that I can’t seem to crack. Still, I’m aware of their existence. I see their faint shapes through the wall of ice. That’s the existence of my emotions. Somewhere below they’re bubbling like a volcano about to burst, but the antidepressants and mood stabilizers keep them pushed deep down.