Hi.
It's a seasonal thing. Everybody has those feelings. It's easier to sleep. Snails seem to speed past you, but hey, at least they are getting somewhere. Talking is too much of a bother. The thoughts just keep swirling down deeper.
Sometimes the downward pull is stronger. There isn't enough upward force to pull you back into the regular sinusoidal patterns of life. The earth is just slowly sinking under you. And the further down you go, the harder it is to climb out - the easier it is to fall into it, let it swallow you.
You're not considering ending things, you're not that kind of person, not that selfish. But the world is just... hard.
You're trapped under a rock-slide. You've made some bad decisions. You're not where you hoped to be. Things are changing, but inertia is hard to resist. Where is this all supposed to end?