There are some songs I play when feeling both down & trapped, hopeless. Here is one, Peter Gabriel’s ‘Solsbury Hill’:

The lyrics are obscure but there is a sense of imprisonment and then freedom:

To keep in silence I resigned
My friends would think I was a nut
Turning water into wine
Open doors would soon be shut
So I went from day to day
Though my life was in a rut
‘Til I thought of what I’ll say
Which connection I should cut
I was feeling part of the scenery
I walked right out of the machinery
My heart going boom, boom, boom
“Hey”, he said, “grab your things, I’ve come to take you home”

A comment on the video:

Thomas Bernhard, in many respects raised by his grandfather. I had no one like this in my life, but I became skilled at concealment & evasion. In a sense, most of my life has been a failed attempt to escape from a senseless, violent reality. I was browsing /pol last night and found an amusing thread, beginning:

A going home, a liberation.