I’m in a jungle stuck in quicksand surrounded by animals. Each individual one screaming at me to get out. How could I have been so stupid for letting myself get stuck they say, how could I have been so dumb to get myself in this situation. It’s all my fault. Taking jab after jab after jab after jab at me, relentless they let loose all their inner emotions into me. The truth is I didn’t see the quicksand, I didn’t want to be stuck in the quicksand, I didn’t want to be in this situation. I think maybe if I give up, stop struggling and resisting, the quick sand will engulf me whole and all the animals would stop and I’ll go peacefully. In reality the quick sand wouldn’t drag me under, I’d die of other things. Thirst, starvation, heat exposure. To break free you need help, someone to notice you and see you. The quick sand can’t be battled alone. However that takes energy, energy I don’t have. With the animals tormenting me there’s no way I can carry on in the quick sand. However it’s not quick sand, it’s depression. The evil jabs at me aren’t from animals they’re my inner demons, my own mind and those who don’t get it. The person who needs to notice me and rescue me are the ones who need to hear my cries for help.  Help. The quicksand has gotten me and the animals are hurting. Help.