I Can't Escape Myself...

How does one improve upon herself? For the sake of intellectuality and emotional discourse, I think I am infected with psychosis. As my brain wanders, the worst thoughts cross my mind. What's happening? Everything is wrong, disillusioned. Nothing is the product of optimism. The expression of reality is what you see, but if you can't see anything, what is really there? Ambiguous neuron transmissions short-circuit, processing the blind reality I possess.