sweet self-assault of a verbal variety

So I talked to my god this morning. You know, through meditation and prayer. The one thing that was confirmed absolutely was that all complex problems have similiarly simple solutions. Like all people my age, a series of problems and negative ideas run a silent race through the back of my mind, surfacing every once in a while to break my calm mask and send me into fits of hideous emotional expression.
What plagues me isn't the issue. They are problems of a pretty common nature. Every member of this species, at one time or another, suffers from simple shit like loneliness. like confusion about all the possible futures out there. like the gnawing feeling in the pit of my stomach that never completely goes away that tells me what if the light you know to permeate every aspect of this existence, the light which is the very truth of existence, what if all around you but yourself are blind to the presence of this light?
Okay, so they're not all common problems. I'm going through a crisis of awareness. As in, I'm feeling like the only one aware within 1000 fucking miles and it's starting to eat away at the walls of my fucking cranium like some kind of ungodly disease with seven syllables in the name and no cure of any kind whatsoever.
I know I'm not the only one aware of the world around me and all that entails. But I am pretty much the only one I know. Which is still depressing and crazy and impossible to mentally digest without real pain involved but I can deal with it, because I don't really have a choice. cause if I don't deal with it that means I will actually go insane. And that's not really an option.
Being alone in any way really sucks, but that is an affliction quite simple to cure.
but like everything else in this world, you have to want it to get it.