About showing yourself the way out: It is possible I am pushing through solid rock in flint like layers, as the ore lies, alone; I am such a long way in I can see no way through, and no space: everything is close to my face, and everything close to my face is stone.
I don't have much knowledge yet in grief -- so this darkness makes me feel small. You be the master: make yourself fierce, break in: then your great transforming will happen to me, and my great grief cry will happen to you.
German poet Rainer Maria Rilke (translation by Robert Bly)
Being stuck is a necessary step.