Low.

  On a scale from one to ten, today is about a 2.  I can't shake the dull ache of sadness that has crept over me.  I feel like I'm trapped inside myself and there's no way out.  Thoughts of my problems are on overdrive, eating at me, suffocating me, and I'm alone with no distractions and nobody to lean on to take me out of it for a while.  Depression is holding me hostage, and there's no rescue for this.  I want out.

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