“And what’s that like?” “Drowning. Like someone’s holding me under the water in a bathtub. I know the surface is right there.” The jutted their chin upward. “I know I could just get up; I tell myself move, take a breath, get out of there, but something’s holding me back. There’s an anchor on me and I can’t see it, and I can’t move it, and I don’t know how to get out from beneath it.”
