Closing in

At first the sea calm, it soothes me to be in it.
The small waves make me happy, I forget my troubles.
As the storms build I try to get out but I can't,
And don't really want to.
The amber waves are over my head,
I'm drowning,
I can't get out,
I panic,
Then there is peace.
Drowning isn't so bad,
Even in turmoil the amber liquid is soothing.
I know I should get out,
I try to escape
but I'm in the bottom of the bottle now and the top is so far away.