I feel as though I am in an open water well. My hands are grasping and just out of reach of the people leaning into the well to help. Their hands (their meaning) is all for good intent, but just not quite what I need.
I have battled depression all my adult life. I've tried the meds, meditation, etc, but nothing seems to draw me out of the well.
Thus far, I do not wish to end my life as I know inside I have too many great things to live for. BUT there are "THOSE" days.... Writing about it helps....