My Bell Jar.

I cannot handle the simple stresses of day to day life. I'm slowing sinking into a dark abyss, where there is not a single glimmer of light to pull me back up. Drifting there, I squeeze into fetal position, protecting my head and my heart, even though I know there is no way to save me now. I am vulnerable to every pain. I can do nothing. I drift into my bell jar.