Insidious

It doesn’t just hit you one day. It’s a slow, creeping tide that begins to cover you bit by bit. You wake up and something seems off. Maybe the sun isn’t bright enough, or your favorite breakfast doesn’t have the same taste you remember. Over the next few days, weeks, months, the world starts to lose its color. People become flat, your interactions perfunctory and without substance. The things you used to fill your day with provide no satisfaction. It creeps and creeps until one day everything is a shadow. You don’t know how you got there, you don’t know why it happened, you don’t know how to get out.

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