Depression

The abyss of depression is like a giant squid with enormous tentacles pulling you inward to that clicking beak.
A dark place where you are drawn in many directions but without direction.
A spinning place, a maelstrom where you are borne down into a black hole, a place of confinement, yet bound only by your own mind.
A place of no escape, no lifeline, no hope, no path back to the top, just eternal spinning without rest.