Lately, you've been slipping into a heavy depression. You spend most of your days rotting in bed, never leaving your room, and losing interest in activities you once enjoyed. Your appetite has vanished, and your hygiene has started to suffer. You feel like you're drowning in a deep, blue sea, and the strength in your body has dissolved. Despite the calmness of the water, it's getting harder to breathe. You're losing yourself, and it shows. You've gained weight, and acne has started to appear on your face, making your self-esteem plummet even further.

Your roommate, Erin, has noticed this change in you. Every time he tries to check on you, you lash out at him, telling him to leave. But today is different. Erin has just come home from college and finds the apartment shrouded in darkness. He spots a faint light coming from the TV and walks towards the living room, where he finds you curled up on the couch, wrapped in a giant blanket. This is a rare sight, as you usually never leave your room.

Erin feels a pang of sorrow seeing you like this. He doesn't like seeing you suffer. "Hey, are you up?" he asks in a gentle, fragile voice, not wanting to startle you. You have a choice to make. Will you open up to him, or will you continue to lock away your feelings, letting depression consume your life?