Her body is tired yet her mind refuses to let her drift into slumber.
Her black thoughts, her depression engulfs her. Her personality, humour, happiness, and life.
Her anxiety controls her mind. She can’t stop it. It’s out of her control.
Her illness deceives her. It ruins her perspective, controlling what it wants her to see.
Her captor restricts her, restrains her. Even though they are metaphorical, they seem so realistic.