Roller coasters are only appropriate in amusement parks, right?

I know it’s analogous, but using that term to explain daily variations emotional or psychological issues really does a disservice to the amusement park industry.

When you are on a roller coaster at the state fair, and it crests a hill after a long, slow climb, you are excited, happy and laughing as you careen down the slope.

Not so in real life.

You are frightened, apprehensive and monumentally sad on that similar downhill slide. You don’t know what awaits at the bottom, or if you’ll ever see the light of day again.

Once you arrive at the bottom, you wait in the darkness. Frightened. Alone. Exhausted from the toll that  it takes on your soul.

The physical toll draws every last bit of energy from your body. The darkness tightens its grip on you. You are afraid that if you let your guard down for even a split second, the depths will crush you out of existence.

You feel so alone.

You don’t know how to…live…any more.

You are out of answers.

Alone.

What do you do?