Stuck in this elevator…
Pitch black. Can’t see my way out.
It feels like it’s not moving, like it’s not going anywhere.
I crouch in a corner of this cold steel cage.
I grip my knees and rock back and forth trying to console myself.
The elevator is my own mind.
Constantly facing and fighting my own insecurities and doubts about myself.
It’s like being stuck in a pitch black elevator. Everywhere you look, darkness.
There’s no emergency button either. I have to be down for the ride.
Where is this elevator going? Up or down? I just hope it’s up for my sake.
It’s getting harder and harder but somehow I feel in control.
A strange feeling.
Will I finally reach the top floor?