Let that soak in for a moment. All your experiences, your memories, your loved ones could just be the manifestations of a broken mind in a psych ward. It was a thought that haunted Max every time he visited his therapist. He had started experiencing vivid hallucinations and bizarre delusions that left him feeling more and more disconnected from reality every day. His doctor had diagnosed him with schizophrenia and put him on antipsychotic medication to manage his symptoms. But Max couldn’t shake off the feeling that everything around him was just a figment of his imagination.
One night, Max woke up in the middle of the night to find a strange woman standing at the foot of his bed. She looked at him with cold, unfeeling eyes, and Max couldn’t help but feel a sense of dread wash over him. He tried to scream, but his voice was caught in his throat.
The woman started walking towards him, and Max could feel his heart racing faster and faster. He was convinced that this was the end, that his mind had finally snapped and he was going to die alone in a world of his own making.
But then, just as suddenly as she had appeared, the woman vanished into thin air. Max was left alone in his bed, sweating and panting. He looked around the room, and everything seemed normal. The pictures of his family on the walls, the bills strewn across his desk, his laptop open on the nightstand.
He tried to get out of bed, but his entire body felt numb. He was trapped, in his mind and in his body, and he didn’t know how to escape.
Let that soak in for a moment. Max had always thought of himself as a rational, level-headed person. But now, it seemed like his very perception of reality was slipping away from him. He didn’t know how to tell what was real and what wasn’t anymore. And the worst part was, he didn’t know if he was capable of knowing.