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.