I could tell it was getting bad again when my body was compressed into the mattress, the blanket enclosing around me; suffocating. the heaviness in my chest unables me from moving, speaking, breathing. my eyes lay open staring at the wall. the same wall that has seen me breakdown; sobbing unable to catch my breath, begging for this helplessness to end. the same wall that witnessed my childhood; watching me grow up into the person I am today. a person who can't withdraw from bed. letting the bed absorb their body, so they can be no more. just a memory from the past.
