Down, down, deeper and down

If you hear someone telling you that you have reached 'rock bottom', politely inform them that it is actually made of polystyrene, not rock.

There are an infinite number of levels of despair.

Today it seems I am falling through quite a few and it's difficult to understand why.

The oxygen has been sucked out of the room of course and everyone suffers. I wish they didn't have to. Sincerely.

The main reason, perhaps, is a feeling of utter and monumental failure.

I have come to the end of my energy levels in going through the motions and wish to stop. Stopping creates all sorts of other difficulties; more debt, losing the house, stresses, further depression and so on.

Que faire? Qui sait?