‘Sometimes, in the dead of night, a flicker. A memory. My grandmother's smile, the scent
of her lavender sachet, the warmth of her hand in mine. For a briet, agonizing second, |
would feel a pang of longing, A ghost of an emotion, a whisper from the past. And then
it would dissipate. like smoke, leaving behind only the chilling certainty: 1 am gone.
‘The world outside my window grew muted, colours fading, sounds receding, It became
à diorama, a meticulously crafted miniature, where everything moved, but nothing truly
lived. I was rapped behind a pane of warped glass, an observer Lo a life thal used to be
mine, but was now just a distant, unfeeling spectacle.
‘The strange thing was, acceptance came. Not peace, but a desolate resignation. What
was there to fear when you were already dead? The ultimate fear had passed. | was
beyond pain. beyond Joy, beyond hope. | was a living monument to absence, a walking
canvas of nothingness.
Yet. sometimes, a subtle change. A small bird, a robin, landed on my window sill and
stared at me with bright, inquisitive eyes. For a moment, its tiny, vibrant life seemed to
challenge my profound emptiness. And for that moment, just for that fleeting second, |
wondered: If Lam nothing, then why does this robin still see me? Why does its gaze
pierce through the veil of my non-existence? A tiny, almost imperceptible tremor in the
vast, silent landscape of my being, A question, an echo of a self | thought long buried.
Maybe, just maybe, | am not completely gone. Maybe the echoes of Alisya still linger,
waiting for a breath, a beat, a sign that the light has not entirely abandoned the house.
Alisya's journey through Cotard Syndrome, a deeply unsettling condition where
individuals genuinely believe they are dead. missing organs, or do not exist, offers a
profound glimpse into the subjective nature of reality. I highlights how our sense of sell,
our bodlly integrity, and our connection to the living world are not merely physical
states, but intricate constructs of the mind, For those experiencing Cotard, the
disconnect is so absolute that logical arguments or physical proof become
meaningless against the overwhelming internal conviction.
‘This story sorvos as a poignant romindor that mental health conditions, especially the
raro and seemingly illogical ones, aro not a fallure of will or a sign of weaknoss. They are
complex neurological and psychological phenomena that profoundly alter an
individuals lived experience, By stepping into Alisya's shoes, even for a moment, we are
challenged to expand our empathy beyond what we can immediately understand or
verify, I urges us 10 listen, 10 validate the unique realities of others, and to remember
that boncath the most bewildering symptoms, there remains a human being wrestling
with an invisible, profound struggle. Understanding begins with acknowledging that
‘what is real to one person, even ¡Fit defies all we know, is thelr truth,