It feels intense.
It feels like falling without a stopping point.
It feels like falling into water in a frozen lake. And no one helps you up.
It feels lonely. There's no one who's willing to help you.
It makes me want to run away. To get out of my own skin.
It makes me empathetic. I started to feel what others do.
It makes me tired. I just give up.
It made me an actor. I wore a mask for years without ever taking it off.
It feels uncomfortable. When I wake up with swollen eyes from crying myself to sleep.
It felt soothing when I lashed out. I was myself, and nobody liked me.
It makes me observant. I see how everyone treats me and each other. It's painful, but it is the truth.
There is one thing, that I have not felt yet. I don't know how it feels when it's time to break free.