stuck

I'm stuck.
I've been here the whole time.

I'm probably waiting for someone or something that can get me out of this.
I'm the one who has to get out.
No one or nothing will reach out from outside and take my hand and take me to the place where I can sleep without horrible dreams.
Why didn't I recognise that sooner?
May be I knew it but I didn't acknowledge and digest it.

I'm in hell.
I have to crawl out of this.....