“What happens when you're lost in a single thought, twenty four hours a day, seven days a week? And what if that thought is wrapped in excruciating memories? The more your brain soaks in the pain, the heavier it gets, and then you fall into the endless sea of sadness, and this brain turns into a massive anchor, dragging you down into the abyss. So, you're breathing differently - not through your nose, mouth or gills - yet you insist you're still human, though you're living as something less. You try to forget drowning you brain with alcohol, even ignoring hunger, but most of your memories evaporate, leaving you unable to say who you even are.”