feeling the familiar fall, the descent, sliding down the side of the well, into the darkness. How do I stop the descent? I'm still in a stage where, once I'm actively involved in whatever it is that is giving me a sense of usefulness, a sense of purpose, I'm ok. But, it is so much easier to just go to sleep right now, to sleep for hours. My eyes feel heavy all the time, even when my feet are happily on the trails. I don't want to go back to the bottom, where is dreary and cold. Arm my hands strong enough to grasp a stone on the wall and hold?