Imagine you’ve been thrown down a deep, dark well, where the sunlight exists above you. You can’t see it, you can’t feel it, but you know it’s there – if only you could reach it.
So you try to crawl your way up towards it, but there’s no use; you keep losing your grip. The harder you try, the more you fail. All your attempts leave you bruised and exhausted.
And then there’s that voice. Pervasive and oddly familiar. You look around for the source, but find none. Nevertheless, it persists.
“Why bother trying? You’re not going to make it. You’re stupid to even think that you can get out of here. You only have yourself to blame for this, anyway.”
You try not to listen; you’re determined to persevere. You’re not going to give up. You can’t live this way forever. You just have to find a way. There has to be a way out.
“How exactly are you going to get out of here? Idiot. You’re beyond help.”
The walls of the well seem to be closing in on you now
“And what makes you think you deserve to see the sunlight?”
It’s getting darker and darker
“It’s useless. You’re useless!”
You’re sinking to your knees now
“So just give up. Make yourself at home, ‘cause you’re stuck here.”
And as the last bit of hope drains out of you, you finally recognize the voice: it’s your own.