Drowning.
That's what it feels like. Being sucked under. Nothing to cling onto. Drowning in the secrets and guilt.
Buried.
That's what it feels like. Being buried alive under the pressure.
Bullied.
That's what it feels like. But this time it's your brain doing it. You have no smartarse retorts and nowhere to run to.
Crucioed
That's what it feels like. Hours upon hours of neverending torture. Only its you torturing yourself.
Falling.
That's what it feels like. And you wonder when it will stop. When you will crash.
When you will fail.