Mental illness. It doesn't hurt, there's no physical pain. The pain comes from the soul when it sees that the rest of the world has changed. They have changed from what is normal. You develop the inability to make sense of anything. You don't even know you have it. You can only suspect.
What if I were to tell you that you aren't where you think you are, at home, at work, or at school. You are currently sitting in the sun, in the garden of an Alzheimer's clinic. Sitting at a table, by a glass of orange juice, occasionally making typing actions and pushing an imaginary mouse around the wrought iron table. You are seventy eight years old and living in your memory, or at least, a version of it. Your life became so meaningless that you now imagine yourself living many years ago when you were younger. You wanted it to be so true, that now you believe it and for you, your imagination is reality. Reading this on the website in your head, is your conscious way of reminding yourself of reality.
Try to wake up. |
