Ryan would isolate himself the moment he began to feel anything at all. Now he was isolating himself, alone on his rehab bed, writing.
He isolated because it was safer there. Removing himself from the blatant bullshit was the only way he could get some peace.
His mind would flood itself with the thoughts of others and the thoughts that were his own. It was too much to hear, too much to think about and far too much to begin to process.
Isolation meant contemplation and safety. Venturing out into the uncomfortable world had only taught him to dislike and distrust those he came into contact with, which was just about everyone there.
The world had changed for him, from bad to worse.
And all the time to process, money, therapy and drugs wouldn't be enough to heal him.
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