It might have ended there except that I belong to Something else and whatever That is had decided this had gone far enough. I think my subconscious must have realized that unless it did something, it was going down with the ship. My dreamless sleep suddenly erupted with colours and visions, violent sensory reproductions and scenarios that forced long forgotten feelings to re-emerge. It took about a week to use the memories of those dreams to rebuild some semblance of a working mind. Moments before I was consumed by the Apathy Crash, I finally came face to face with the hollowed-out shell I had become. I could no longer ignore that I was disintegrating.In a desperate bid to reverse the damage, I dove back into the world I had abandoned, trying to reclaim the good life of Social Balance. I ran about trying to keep myself busy, trying to mentally override the Depression, trying to believe that if I wanted it gone bad enough, eventually it would go away. It was a time of bursts of energy, fast-talking and no thinking. If I could just keep out-running it...And the disease quietly spread.