Going around in circles

It’s like a circle that can’t be broken. Every time you try breaking out of the circle, the edge stretches out a bit, but then the elasticity gives in and shoots you back into the middle, further in than you were to start off with. There are good parts of the circle, bad parts, and then the worse parts. When you’re travelling along the good part, it feels good (obviously) but you know that it’s not going to last long and that very soon you’ll be going through the bad part. The frustration and negativity and guilt you feel whilst in the bad part, make it even worse and before you know it you are hurtling through the worst part. And the worst part is always the longest part. It’s the part that feels like it’s never going to end. It seems like the elastic in this part of the circle is old and has become slack and stretched longer as a result: an endless meandering, a lostness, a confusion. If you’re lucky and hold on for long enough you might make it back to the good part. If you’re lucky.