Sludge Brain

Your thoughts are molasses. Moving is myth.

This is the fog. The concrete. The heavy quiet where cognition stalls out and everything feels far away. The brain is online, but only barely, like a loading bar that never finishes.

It’s hard to remember what clarity felt like. Words are slow. Intentions are slower. You are not stupid. You are not failing. You are surviving a low-power mode.

Don’t try to speed up. Just blink. Just notice. Just name one texture around you.

The mind will return. The fog will lift. For now, float here.

Even in the thick of sludge, you still exist. And that’s enough.