There is a heaviness behind my eyes.

I hear a voice inside me telling me to lie down, to give up and never go outside again. It invites back to my soft bed and warm pyjamas. It encourages another drink so that I will be too tired to be hungry. It is a voice I could happily listen to in a daze, trudging through my days in a fog of distractions and numbness. It tells me that I do not need to watch the news or answer the phone. It will stop ringing eventually.

I have been alone with my thoughts for too long. I am not haunted and I am not possessed. I am tired and I am scared.

I tell myself I will go for a walk tomorrow.