Drowning in despair doesn't "end"...it's ongoing and painful (physically as well as mentally) and you never get a moments break from it. You desperately long for sleep that sometimes doesn't come. You wait and you wait and you hope that someone sees what's happening to you. You wait to be rescued.

If you're very lucky, someone "sees" you and makes an appointment for you and drags you to it. Sometimes, though, all that does is to prolong your life. Occasionally that's enough for you to pick yourself up to search for a miracle.

That's what it's like. Sometimes, escape is possible.

And so all we have at the moment is hope.