I thought I was crazy. My mind didn't work in the way it always had. Instead of firing quickly, it had almost ground to a halt. Cerebral thought was like walking through treacle. Everything was foggy, a record stuck on a scratch, a computer powering down. The most basic of tasks required my full attention, making a cup of tea, driving. I couldn't make a decision, closed questions only please and I couldn't always answer those. I was a computer which didn't compute. But below this robotic exterior, something was screaming with all its might. I couldn't heat it, but I could feel it. It was small and far away, but it was powerful.
For those of us who have felt on the edge, or been told we are. When you feel crazy, when you know something is wrong, but you can't see a way out and you don't know how to fix it.