I turn the channel but nothings changing, the only truth is that everythings a lie.

I feel like I am buried. Hopelessly stuck at the bottom of some giant gaping hole in the earth. It is like I was walking one day blissfully distracted by the scenery ignoring the sounds of heavy machinery and ignoring the signs warning that the earth I was use to walking on was absent a few feet up the path. So I just continued along, I may of even had to jump a fence to gain access to the construction sight, but nonetheless I strolled along until my feet no longer reached solid ground. I did not care or perhaps I did not notice, I just kept motioning like I was walking as I careened deeper into the pit. When I hit the bottom I did not try to escape I just enjoyed the scenery miles below the crust of the earth. Then all at once I was buried under tons and tons of dirt and stone. I can not move, I can not breathe, I can not grasp the situation I am in, if I could all I could do is be depressed about it. This is of course a metaphor. In either case I am about to collapse under the pressure and in both cases there is nothing I can productively do about the situation, I have done everything within my power. One the surface things are fine, the construction project went fine, I have a job, in the process of securing another, classes are easy, Financial aid is being reevaluated, but under the layers of dirt I am stressed I am panicking. The more the construction on the surface continues the worse my chances for escape, for rescue. I cant stop it and more is piled on and the pressure is harder and harder, the panic is more intense. The scary thing is I think it is mental.