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My body feels like it has been crushed in a trash compactor.

I’m like a can of beans drained of all its juice.

I move like a sloth.

I’ve the mind of a slug.

My brain feels like a crumpled piece of paper.

My thoughts scatter like cockroaches when the lights come on.

I feel weighted down in deep water.

I am helpless.

I am drowning.

I cannot fight it.

I’ve been unplugged.

The lights are out.