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I woke  up feeling quite uneasy. I felt confused and lost. My head was spinning, I was having trouble breathing. I felt like I was engulfed in a large body of water, left to float, sink or swim. I stumbled out of bed, grabbed my shoes and keys and went for the door. When I opened it and stepped out onto my front porch, I saw the grey sky, so Grey as if it were filled with all of my underlying fears and fears from my childhood. The wind blew, sweeping dead leaves to the ground I was now standing on, all around me. As I took a step they crunched under my feet and the sound made me quake with anxiety. I was supposed to be leaving to go somewhere, but in all the confusion I had gotten lost in time and the abyss that was my depression. I didn't even remember where I was supposed to go. I started walking hearing the pain reeking sound of the leaves under my feet. As I walked down my block, it didn't seem as to anything I would recognize. Where was I? This is how I think of my life.Every direction I turn I get twisted around, it gets dim, and I'm left searching for what to do next. I am a product of my unmotivated, delusional mind, swept across the ground just as the leaves to crunch when stepped on. I am lost.