Qou Vadis Marianne?

It seems that my world stops. Nothing to write, nothing to do, nothing to think. I feel like my life gets duller and duller. I want to go out from this nutshell but I do not know how. I’m chained with my fears and anxieties. And I want to break free.

My fears are my nightmares. I spent several sleepless nights, and I always ask myself “where will I go?” 

I feel like I’m drowning into the pit of quicksand… in the middle of nowhere.

Quicksand??? I should not move, or else I will be buried alive.

Indeed....... my world stops.