Lifeless in Mother Mary's hands

If I were to describe my life right now, the image that comes to my mind is the Pietà. I see myself in Jesus' lifeless body lovingly held by Mother Mary. How long will I stay in this situation? I know and believe that ultimately, life will triumph; that mine is a future of joy and peace. But right now, I am just tired of the dark.
I have asked the Lord several times to give me a little respite, like an oasis in the desert - to dream of my mother, any dream that could pull me out of this deep and dark trap from which I am helpless to get out.
Even as I am writing this, there is a persistent voice that tells me to let go: of the past, of memories good or bad; of human respect and of people's expectations; of having everything clear and under control; of the love and esteem of people.
I feel that this is God's call for me. "Let go, for real. See, I am making something new, can you not see it?"