Stuck

What do you do when the only way out is through a labyrinth of pain? The happiness that lies on the other side seems to mock me. It shines brightly, calling my name. My heart yearns to feel even the slightest touch of its warmth as it sits here within the coldest of snowstorms. The ladder to freedom teases me with peaks into what life could really be only to yank it away. My fingers raw from trying to hold on but my grip isn't enough. It never is. It is like being stuck in a hole where the only way out is to build a ladder out of thin air. Problem is, no one ever taught me how to build. Leaves me wondering if I am the only one fighting this battle, walking this path. Would that mean I'm stuck forever?