Living with Insanity

I’m talking to you. In a moment, I’m not…. You are not there.

I see you being transformed into a familiar, but horrific being – eyes bulging out, a disconnected expression, hands moving aimlessly in the air, clenched teeth and a desire to kill.

I survive the night, live in hope of a better future, and then … it happens again.

You seem to revel in the ghoulish parts of your being. I often wonder what makes you hold on to it. Is it an effort to scare the living daylights out of others? Is it a compensation for something you missed doing earlier? Do you find meaning in the darkness within, to escape from humdrum realities around? Does it lend depth to an otherwise hollow existence?

I have no answers. There is a strong desire to help, but you don’t want to be helped.

Yet, I live through it, sharpening my insights – then disconnecting to retain my own sanity.


8 thoughts on “Living with Insanity

  1. True, Reena. We can’t help those who won’t listen and/or won’t try to help themselves. And those that like to participate in the dark side of life usually lack self-confidence and their inner self is saying “look at me”! Excellent piece and thank you for joining in.

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