If this is the case, you would not be alone.
My life seems like it is spent underwater, whether it’s work, relationships or just getting by I can catch my breath briefly and something pulls me under once again. I learn lessons as life pours by, apparently there are infinite lessons to learn. But somehow I survive every submersion to gasp for air, spit out vileness and open my eyes. I hope to grow enough to overtake the depth of liquid life passing by and survive on air instead of bubbles. Until then I inhale ready for the next wave.