Quicksand

Drowning. Today I stepped into quicksand. The moment I stepped out of bed the earth began to swallow me up. I can feel my lungs becoming full of sand. I want to scream for help, to cry and kick but I will only go under faster. I will be consumed. No space for a breath. No time for life. Crisis after crisis. I just would like to have one week. One week to organize my life, and my home. No more little pieces of sand creeping up around me, swallowing me up. I just finished reading Hunger Games and Catching Fire. I feel like this is my story. Fighting and fighting and fighting and it never stops. We get to take a breath and then we are hit again, always in "the arena". Today I need to go to bed and wake up tomorrow.