So there's this guy roaming through the desert- thirsty, tired, and weak. He stumbles upon a well. He questions if it's really there, approaching as quickly as his failing body will let him. As he gets closer, the well seems all the more real, and he feels his only wish in this moment coming true. However, he rushes in too hastily; and in an attempt to look down into the well with hopes of finding water, he stumbles in and falls to the bottom. As you can imagine, this fall does quite the number on him and knocks him out for a while. After waking, he lays at the bottom of the blistering well, uncomfortable and relaxed simultaneously. Hours pass, and he starts to accept his likely inexorable death. It's been a long time since he's had any water and he doesn't have the strength to call for help, even if he could- he's in the middle of nowhere. He realizes there's no way for him to climb out of this well. A couple more hours go by, he's on the brink- when, suddenly, he hears a voice call down to him. They ask if he's still alive, and he feels a rush of excitement at the prospect of getting out and continuing life. The mysterious stranger throws down a rope. The man feels his heart overflowing; though, just moments ago, he had fully accepted a grim fate. He excitedly grabs for the rope and clings on, literally, for dear life- and waits to be pulled up. After a couple of seconds, he realizes he isn't moving. He peers up to see what's going on, but the rays of the afternoon sun are blinding his view. "Well come on!" The stranger yells. "Climb on up!". At this point it becomes clear that this stranger must be a young girl. Her voice is high pitch and full of energy. 
"I can't..", he chimes back. "No water, no food, I'm too weak to climb.. you have to pull me up."
"Pull you up? Are you kidding me?? I can't do that!" She rummages around in a large bag of belongings and pulls out a canteen. She throws it down the well to him. "Will this help??" The man forgets how to even speak, he is overcome by a mix of joy and need for survival. He fumbles with the cap, tosses it off, and throws back the canteen; leaving not a single drop behind. 
"Hey, save some for me!" The man didn't even have time to feel guilty that he'd completely depleted this young stranger's water supply. The water was more than water to him, it was hope. It was potion. It was rejuvenation, it was everything. He grabs the rope, fully believing he will now be able to climb it. He struggles for a while and exhausts every bit of strength that he has trying to pull himself out of this well, but it's futile- he barely makes it a quarter of the way up. Discouraged and now even more tired, he lays back on the floor of the well, believing he is truly meant to die here. 
"Helloooo??" The girl's voice interrupts his thoughts. 
"What are you doing out here all alone, anyway?" He responds after a moment of silence. He figures, what's the harm in a little conversation anyway?? It may very well be his last, so why not make one more acquaintance. 
"You're the one half naked at the bottom of a well, I should be asking you that" she laughs. The well separated the two not only by height. It was clear that the girl was lighthearted and carefree, and the man envied her for that. "My mom was sending me to the next town over! The shops' people like me there and usually cut me a deal on stuff.. my horse ran off on me though, so I was heading back home and that's when I found you." If only she'd had the horse, he could get out of the well. 
"I'm sorry I drank all of your water." That's all he can think to say, it just seems like the right thing to do.
"WHAT? Great, my mom isn't going to shut up about this.. 'stay hydrated, blah blah'.. humph." She mumbles off to herself. 
The man becomes lost from the conversation and reflects on his life. He wonders how he got here, what events led him to this point, none of them seeming too significant. He almost forgets that the girl is there while he contemplates his death for the second time in one evening. He observes how odd that is. 
"Well," the girl interrupts again. "Guess I should hurry back and get someone stronger to pull you out of there!" She runs off before he could even respond. The rattling and clanking of her belongings as she shuffled off faded into the distance. He thought a feeling of hope should come to the surface, but it didn't- he seemed indifferent towards the girl's desire to save him. He doesn't believe it will actually happen, he will die before they get back anyway. 
Time goes on, it gets darker and the well cools down. The man is now outraged. The acceptance of death had now turned into anger. How was he so helpless? How was he so out of control of his own situation? How was he relying on a child to save his life, a child he didn't even know? His frustration grows and grows and erupts out of him in the form of tears and gasps. He doesn't want to die. 
He doesn't want to die.
He doesn't want to die. 
More time passes, the girl finally returns with a few people from her town. They throw down the rope, ready to pull the man up, as a team. 

This is about depression. The well is what I like to call the hole. You can be depressed and not always be in the "hole", however, once you fall in, it becomes very difficult to get out. The girl represents people who care about you and tell you to take baby steps. However, when your depression has gotten you into the hole, these people are asking you to do something impossible. You've become so weak and tired and frail, you can't climb yourself out with that rope. You need to be pulled out. The hole is a rough place to be. It really is like being trapped at the bottom of a well. This is where you reflect on life, contemplate death, and wonder about the afterlife. No matter how much you want to help someone with depression while they're in the hole, you toss them some water and a rope, it can't help them. But don't think they aren't trying. They will grab the rope and they will surely give it their all to climb up it, but when depression has weakened you in many ways, sometimes you just can't do it. The hole is the worst place to be in mentally and physically, and we try to avoid it at all costs.. but sometimes you're so withered and desperate for anything, you see something tempting, it tricks you, and lands you right into the hole. There are many ways to get here, and very few to get out.