The Wheel

What does one do when they feel they are simply running, around and around, in the circular wheel? I was able to identify the feeling, trapped. I feel caged and the realization, that this is all, that this is it, brought an overwhelming fear, of dread - of simply wanting to die and have it be over with... For continuing on in this anguish, is no life.
While driving, I let go of the wheel, while sobbing uncontrollably. I wanted to car to crash, to feel a burst of energy, to feel my body crushed, to die.
And probably, like so many others, I reached again for the wheel, now crying so hard, that my body shakes, and I can no longer breathe. I think of my Mom, my sisters, my nephew. Those thoughts are just as overpoweringly sad.
I am afraid of life and death, and therefore stuck, in some sort of torturous purgatory-like state.