Suffering overloads and there seems to be no escape.  How soon before madness entirely overwhelms?    I talk to myself almost constantly anymore.  And even I often don't pay myself the courtesy of listening to me.

'Wipe your hand across your mouth, and laugh.' (t.s.)

To get lost in a book, a book, a book.  To get lost in a book that never closes and never ends. 

Keep on writing.  Don't stop writing.  May punctuation be your compost and your words push forth like 'flowers floating out of the ground.' (e.e.)