There comes a point where you begin to fall from your high. The come down.
It’s a gradual process starting with one tiny knock that will send you spiralling down. It starts with the occasional five minutes of sadness. Then it escalates to weeping all of a sudden late at night when you realise there’s no one there to talk to. Soon, it begins to take over your life. It’s harder to get up in the morning. You have no motivation to do anything. All you want to do is lie in bed, hiding under your duvet away from the big bad world. You burst out into tears and cry uncontrollably for a few minutes, and then you’re fine.
