Down my own rabbit hole

A few months ago I hit a bump in the road and I fell into a hole. This was no random hole, someone went out of their way to dig it for me. I had been watching out for it because I had a feeling that it was there, but I failed to see it. I slowly went deeper and deeper into this hole and I kept wondering how for it would go. I was hoping that I would be able to get out of it before it was too late and I wouldn't be able to get out of it. Desperation settled in...

I eventually found that it did have a bottom and that I had reached it. Here I am sitting at the bottom, trying to figure out how I will get up and fight my way out. I got up, dusted myself off and waited for my eyes to get used to the dark. Eventually I was able to see where I was and that's when I looked up. Anticipation settled in...

These people went out of their way to dig a hole and blindly lead me to it. They walked away and completely forgot about me. However; they made an error. They forgot to close the hole. What I saw when I looked up was light and an open sky. There's hope and there's a way out. All I have to figure out now is how to get back up there.

I'm in a dark place now, but I know there's people out there waiting for me. I know she's wondering when I will be out, but I know I will find a way. I just hope that it's not too late. Some days the light dims, but the next day it shines again. I'm just waiting until the day I'm on my own two feet again, walking on my path. I will surely be more careful where I step.

I have a feeling that the light will be brighter than ever tomorrow and that someone else's path will cross mine. Maybe this person will help me out.