Falling Into the Sky

God never gives us anything we can't handle. That's what they say. I'm not sure I fully understand that phrase.
What doesn't kill us makes us stronger.
Another phrase that leaves me confused.
I feel weak, useless, helpless. Disoriented. And exhausted.
I feel like I'm floundering. Clutching desparately to a board of driftwood in the middle of a cold tumultuous lake among the wreck of a boat. Surprised. Blinking owlishly.
What now?
Do I swim to shore? Scream for help? Wait for something to grab my leg and pull me under?
Why have I survived this far? What can I expect now? Have I come through this just to give up? I don't know how to give up. I only know how to go on. Press forward. Upward. I can't go down. Down is not a direction I know.
Stop is something I understand. But not down or backwards.
So forwards it is. Forward it has to be.
Even if I fall forward. Gravity is reversed for me.
Alice in Wonderland.
I am falling into the sky.