we carry all these things inside that no one else can see. they hold us down like anchors, they drown us out at sea. i've been trying for so long to make it through this fog that i've been lost in. but all i get is more open sea, thicker fog. no land. i feel nauseous, my chest is heaving uncontrollably. my stomach's churning. i'm turning sickly green. i wanna' throw myself overboard. what is this that i'm feeling? really, what is it?