Drowning
I see you as a figure drowning, asking for help, and I rush out to help you, but instead you panic and start to drag me down with you. I am a decent swimmer, but I can't handle the terror and the fear in your body as you flail and make things worse, pulling us both deeper into the abyss. And then I have to reach a decision point as to whether or not to keep trying to save you, or to let you go. I don't want to do this; the last thing I want to do is see you drown. But at what point do I have to say to myself, I'm going to drown as well if I don't cut myself free? Did you want me to drown with you? Can you see the guilt I would have if I did let you go to save myself? There are no easy answers, but I know that MY desire to live through this is too strong. And yours should be too. Because you already know how to swim....