Getting down out

"No man is an island" Is that what they say? Who's they? They, who hold all the answers to the questions we don't even know how to ask yet? Ideas we can only just begin to grasp, yet, we're expected to swim without sinking too low? Am I swimming at all? How am I meant to know?
No man is an island yet an island I am, each time I try to swim its like a tide brings me back in, it's my own tide I know. I've tried to let go, to swim without sinking, to live my life without over-thinking, to dance, to rejoice, without need for drinking.
An island I am, no visitors here just me and my mind. My master, companion, the only friend I can find that I can actually talk to (I'm talking to myself) but how can you talk outside of your mind when no words can form to say the things that you mean?
Silly me, I forgot its all simple! Your feelings are labelled, some diagram, list or a table to work out who you are. You're a number,  a mark out of 24. Answer 10 questions and find out your score and voila, there's you. A number 11, now you know what to do.
Of course it wont be plain sailing, easier said than done, just start at square one.
Seems to me like I'm just plain failing, one by one boats come and go with their messages of self help, self love and counselling. Talk it out, get it down on paper.
Get what down?  how can I get my "down" down, when I dont know what down is?How can I get down out when I dont know how down got in. I'm just going around in circles.
An island I am, "oh don't say that" "think of everyone who loves you" but when it feels like everyone's above you and you're just down, could get high but its only an imitation of what it feels like to be content. Feels like you're connecting, "I'm on a good level", spirits are high but on the spirit level you'll find your're not level headed, the feeling's embedded further down than high can take it. Felt good to fake it, but morning comes and it's not going to make it it goes, got to go back to what you know. Day goes slow. Boats come by, "time to go?" mind goes "no".
An island I am, that much I know. Time's come to connect with the mainland, to write with a steady hand, gotta get my "down" down but its slipping like sand, but its gone, back onto the shores of my island. I've got to get out, get my down down, down and out, but i'm drowning in doubt. I can't get my down out.