Dear emotions and society

Thirty-nine

The rope swings and swings,
I have no control.
Slipping in and out of happiness
Slipping in and out of sadness
Slipping into the darkness.

And as the rope stops swinging,
I notice someone's grabbed it
They're holding out their other hand
And it's a simple question, yet it sends me rearing back
Should I let go?
Should I give in to what has been calling me?
Will they be able to carry my burden?