I came across the anonymous autobiography recently and it might be your story.
It looks a lot like a meditation, one that would repay the time taken to read it slowly…
I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the pavement.
I fall in.
I am lost and I am hopeless.
It is not my fault.
It takes forever to find a way out.
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the pavement.
I fall in again.
I cannot believe I am in the same place.
It is not my fault.
It still takes a long time to get out.
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the pavement.
I see it there.
I still fall in - it is a habit.
My eyes are open.
I know where I am.
It is my fault.
I get out quickly.
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the pavement.
I walk around it.
I walk down a different street.