Dissonance

He was never the same after. For a while it seemed he was. He himself was initially confused about everything that had changed due to the accident. Once he was discharged from the hospital and made it through therapy, he thought he would be back to his old self. But who was this old self? How can anyone go back to the way things used to be after nearly dying. He never talked about what he remembered while he was comatose. He worked diligently on getting things back on track. But the track had been ripped out of its path, now strewn all over a landscape he barely recognized. There were times he struggled to cut through the veil of his nebulous mind and remain alert, here, in this world. Initially he was good at covering up his own confusion. Camouflaging his erratic behavior by projecting it onto the people around him. He used to be a powerful life force before the accident. People didn't question him. They were intimated by him more than just physically. Challenging him or his more and more odd behavior simply wasn't done. Whoever knew him was accustomed to his controlling demeanor. It's a funny thing that people do not openly question the norm of anything, which in reality is deviant. They choose to accept things as they are, out of fear or apathy. Either of them leading to the same results. Allowing things to run its course may cause tremendous collateral damage, which people are generally willing to pay as long as it doesn't interfere with their own comfort. His increasingly deteriorating behavior slowly became the norm. It was only questioned once it encroached onto the safety of someone who was unwilling to be victimized. He had hit his bottom line. From that point foreword the interventions taken against his behavior cascaded into a complete isolation from society. He was unable to integrate himself back into a socially acceptable person. Now that he was outcast, even his closest codependents were unable to go along with the delusion that this had been a normal life. Over time they disengaged from him completely, leaving him desolate. The world of insanity comes in singularity. No matter how reclusive people can be, they still require a link, a shared belonging to something. Without feeling as if we belong to something, even something as far removed from our physical existence as an ideology, we can not exist. Humans are innately in need of acceptance, being part of something greater than themselves. A solitary life can only be sustained by being spiritually related to one's world. His disconnect severed any bond that would permit self-preservation. His deterioration into utter self-annihilation was inevitable. ~•~•~•~•~• a beautiful milieu Image ozgurcakir https://www.instagram.com/oscarsnapshotter/