An Analogy, I Think

   I feel like a lab rat in a maze. Yes, there's always a supply of cheese and water and there are other rats, but there's no way out. And I'm the defective rat. Something is wrong with me. Nothing holds my interest-not the food or the water. Nothing motivates me to navigate the maze. I want to get out. Nothing in the world holds my interest. I Sometimes, I wake up and I think, "I don't want to do this anymore." The only figurative way out is death.

Does anyone else feel this at least sometimes?