This write has ties with several other's I have posted on here (The Visitor, Drifting Part 1, Drifting Part 2, Unreality, Changes, A Slave To Solitary, My Struggles). They all occured in 1999. This write is a summarization.
In the aftermath I was left in an altered state of existence. Based on my recollections I felt as if my mind, body and soul were each pushed to a point of no return. I had ventured into an uncharted area and/or a realm that's not known to man. Although it did not completely consume me, I'd never be the same. The doctors gave me no certain diagnosis. They had no clue of what was happening within me. Ultimately, I have come up with my own prognosis, Aggravated Emotions.
In The Aftermath it goes as the following...
This is my declaration of desperation to inform the nations of my alienation.
I’ve got myself in a cache 22. No matter what I do, it’s a lose or lose situation.
Mentally I've drifted so far away from the rest of the population.
I find it difficult to merely indulge myself with someone else in a basic conversation.
The depths of solitude has become day in and day out my new place of habitation.
My pride refuses to let me face by no means any form of degradation.
I’ve developed a sixth sense in my integrity’s defense to detect even the slightest speculation.
Yet it creates a conflict between being in realization or hallucination -
Leaving my emotions in an irate state of aggravation.
Perhaps I'd have been better off to haven not taken any at all of your worthless medications.