art, sketch, vent, MH (--)
At the end of your rope.
I ran out of my antidepressants, or at least.. the stuff I use as an antidepressant. It's currently on its way here, but as you feel the effects starting to wear off, it feels kind of like this.
You feel solid and well put together. Each dose adds more sand and more sand to the hourglass. Then one day you run out of sand and the spell is broken. You fall apart and suddenly everything you once were is gone. It's never all at once, but you feel it coming and there's nothing you can do.