The uneasiness in my chest feels like I’m on a boat alone at sea during a thunderstorm while catching a glimpse of a whirlpool in the distance.

Afraid of falling into it but far too curious to steer away. Knowing no one can save me but myself and not knowing which way is home or if I’ll ever find it again.

But we smile and laugh and isolate so no one knows. When it hits — the past, the present, the future are now in the mix, you’re trying to find an answer but can’t seem to.

Your interests are no longer your interests, you don’t even know who you are, what you like or how you really feel if you feel at all. A prick on your finger feels like a stab in the palm of your hand. In times like this, every bit of kindness helps, for you to navigate through the storm in the hope to find the sun again.