Quicksand.

Feeling like in some kind of quick sand, where I'm unable to get out and it just keeps pulling me in. But being in quick sand isn't so bad after all, once you finally accept it. After all that fussing and fumbling trying to get out you don't seem to realize why you're even in there the first place. Then you realize, it was your fault after all, you let yourself slip and fall. And all that time instead of screaming for help like you should have been doing, you were too busy trying to get out of it yourself and it only made it worse. Then you finally realize you can't do anything about it, all is lost, it's at its worst peak because you then find out you could've done something about it and you find yourself a disappointment. Then you give up. But then, someone comes along and finds you, all the hope has come back to you. They help you get out of it. Then everything is all better. Just like quick sand.