What have they driven me to?

The sky was filled with gently floating, perfect white tufts of snow. Everything was white. The snow swirl around through currents in the air, to slight for me to feel, and that which didn’t finally settle gracefully in drifts and banks stuck to the trees, the bushes, and even me. There was a white layer covering me head to toe.
It was getting harder to make my way through the woods. Not only was the snow approaching knee-deep and therefore hard to walk through, but because of the thick white layer on everything, all my familiar landmarks were gone. It was as if the world was being erased.
Except not all of it.
There were still two small spots of color left in sight, and as much as I wished they would, they just weren’t disappearing. The snow may have been clinging to my hair, my shirt, my face… but each time a flake landed on my hands, it melted away, leaving the same red stains in evidence. The sharp contrast from the pure white of the snow distracted me easily, and I kept staring morbidly at them. Finally, not paying attention, I tripped over something and sprawled into the snow. Lacking the will to get up, I lay and stared up at the sky and the snow it dropped upon me.
What had they driven me to?