My brain refuses to see delirium as 100% meaningless.
One of the things that sucks about being delirious is how little meaning things seem to have some of the time -- most of the time, even. Ā When Iām delirious, it feels like Iām in a world of edges, never reaching any depths, just surfaces, and seeing all kinds of dizzying reflections in the surfaces, with my mind chasing them around in circles, unable to keep up or comprehend anything other than fragments of reality. Ā Itās a terrible, empty feeling. Ā And itās weird because my head is outright cluttered, generally (unless itās the kind of delirium where everything just fades away, instead of becoming cluttery and hallucinatory) and yet thereās nothing there. Ā Thereās just nothing toĀ anything. Ā
And after awhile that gets to me. Ā After awhile I start wondering, is every time that Iām delirious, time wasted, time Iāll never get back, time thatās utterly meaningless in the worst possible way? Ā Especially when itās filled with hallucinations and delusions that have nothing to do with reality at all.
And yet every single time Iāve been delirious, Iāve also had moments where instead of too little meaning, suddenly everything drops out from under me, and... well in the comic I made, I represented it with a lioness, but that was a symbolic way of getting at something deeper. Ā So even though delirium mostly takes me as far away from reality as you can get, thereās also these weird moments where it suddenly takes me towardsĀ reality in a huge way that I canāt ignore.
But all of these things, whether theyāre about taking my mind towards reality or away from it -- theyāre about what my mind experiences. Ā And reality isnāt dependent on whether I notice it at the time or not. Ā And I continue to exist just as much when Iām totally confused, as I do when Iām not confused at all. Ā That includes during times that my brain doesnāt even encode memories from. Ā It doesnāt mean Iām not there, or that whatās happening to me at the time doesnāt matter.
But even with all that -- I just get this intense desire to make sureĀ that these parts of my life have some kind of meaning to them, even though everything seems so meaningless so much of the time while theyāre going on. Ā Maybe itās becauseĀ of that horrible empty meaningless feeling, that I insist on there being some kind of meaning in sight even then. Ā I donāt know. Ā I donāt even know how to say what Iām trying to say.