Warded

Sometimes I wonder if I was better off warded. I'm pretending to study, I'm isolated, and I'm sleeping most of the day. My level of activity is commensurate with a warded patient's but socially worse off because there's no one to talk to. I am an island fenced off by high, forbidding cliffs that I actually want to jump off. Of course I can't, I am the island. The water is neck-high but the continental shelf props me up like a conical tripod but all I want is to crumble and sink into the ocean.

"No man is an island". I believe that saying never came across mental insularity. I have withdrawal symptoms after missing out on my dose of optimism and have no ataraxia (Greek for tranquility) despite all my atarax (anti-depressant drug).