It seems the vortex of severe depression hungers to pull you further, deep into yourself. You start at the top, trying, keeping yourself above each day, keeping afloat, treading water, wanting to not go deeper. It’s there, always, influencing every thought. Nothing but the black below, sucking you in repeatedly. You flail about, try to reach out for help, speak a word, extend a hand but it is held pinned at your side. The vortex only in your own mind visits often and wins again.