Coming out of my sickness and depression

A hurricane of emotions and feelings that destroyed and built me.

I cannot... breathe. My breath, outrunning me. I cannot grasp it, it's so close but barely in my reach. I can feel the tip of each inhale but it escapes like sand through my fingers. My cheeks burn. The feeling of sunburn and vinegar and alcohol all together, streaming down my face. I'm blind! Why can't I see! I feel my face, my eyes are open. Why is it so dark? Where am I? It's so cold in here but, the floor is thick, sticky, I'm treading through this muck, in the darkness of my own mind. OH MY GOD WHERE AM I??? I start yelling,
"HELP! I need help! I'm lost!"
I hear someone yelling back. Yes. Oh god yes! I'm not alone! Someone is here! I'm okay! I'm running, I can't stop running. I keep following the murmur I hear. But my side is on fire, searing pains run down my whole left side, forcing me to collapse. Tears are pouring out now, I cannot catch my breath, please... Please help me.
"HELLO??!!!"
..."Hellooo."
SOMEONE IS HERE! YES OH MY GOD YES!
"Can you help me??!!
"...Can you help me....?"
... It.. It was me... M-My voice. An echo... An empty... Hopeless echo. I'm alone. I'm... Alone. But, what's that? I see these... white figures? They keep getting closer but, my legs. Oh my god my legs won't move. I'm moving them, but something is holding them, I feel a sticky tar crawling up my legs. The white figures keep getting closer, they're all around me, laughing, they're not human. They're not real. I feel bones clenching onto my flesh.
"LET ME GO!"
It's digging in, pulling me... Under??? I'M SINKING!!! I can't get free. I can't, this is.. it... This is how it ends. Time begins to pass, screaming and struggling, sinking down to my waist. I'm doomed. Goodb-... What? I see a light. I see a hand appear next to me I grasp it. Warm flesh, so warm, I grab onto the forearm. I'm becoming free, I feel my knees escape the muck, then my ankles, toes. I start crying hysterically.
"I'M FREE!"
The arms grab me, pick me up, I see a faint light, it's becoming brighter. The voice, rough as the sea, but as smooth as silk, whispers, "You're safe now."

-Coming out of my sickness and depression.

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