Exhausted from treading and trying to bail out with a bottle of emptiness. It is hopeless.... exhausted with no hope....I drift off in sadness and wake up in sadness. Stuck on survive, treading in deep water and so, so, so sad. My life - the life of sadness. I am “done”! The pills just keep me afloat, treading in sadness yet another day. Life has no purpose - my sense of being in this space of hopelessness. To stop “treading” - to drown brings me a sigh of relief. I am icy cold. Time stands still. Oh...relief!