I lived in a state with a terrible job market. I ended up with a job that paid my bills but tormented me. I floated in and out of romantic relationships, probably drank more than I should have. I couldn’t escape this feeling that quicksand was dragging me down and it made me sad, angry and made me feel like my future was basically going to be me digging myself out of this pit (all while I was continuing to dig my pit with credit card debt).
Mimi kuishia na kazi ambayo kulipwa bili yangu lakini wanasumbuliwa me. Mimi floated ndani na nje ya mahusiano ya kimapenzi, pengine kunywa zaidi ya mimi wanapaswa kuwa. Mimi hakuweza kuepuka hisia hii kwamba quicksand alikuwa dragging yangu chini na amenifanya kuhuzunika, kukasirika na alifanya nami kujisikia kama maisha yangu ya baadaye ilikuwa kimsingi kwenda kuwa mimi kuchimba mwenyewe nje ya shimo hili (wote nilipokuwa kuendelea kuchimba shimo yangu na kadi madeni).