There should be a steadfast method. Discard bad memories. Clean up your negativity and thrive on the absence  of paranoia. I have written so many letters to unidentified  recipients over the years. Because my cleansing process started WAY back. Talking to imaginary people, making imaginary friends, creating (imaginary) parallel universes every day. I just fought my way through unhappiness, just by talking it out, writing it out, even when in my clear sober consciousness, there was not even a speck of doubt about imaginary people never coming alive. I would imagine my death and cry profusely at times; otherwise I would think of my parents and my sister as dead, in some god forsaken accident which saved me, but they died. I would cry my heart out, for things and incidents that never happened. I would cry out at times when I suddenly felt I was so alone. I can remember NUMEROUS instances when I saw a tree or a bird and started crying because at THAT moment, I was all alone, with no one, no friend, no cousin to enjoy that flicker of a happy moment with me. Over the years I realized I would never stop crying. Even TODAY, I can cry at the drop of a hat, a small word somewhere, a glance perhaps, an idea, a realization. it could be any place, it could be on a day when I wake up smiling and appreciating the fact that life is indeed, beautiful.

But then, I like being left alone. I cannot stand too much of socializing. I cannot stand people at times, even if they are very close to me. I want to spend time alone. When I am new to a social group, I am ALWAYS the quiet one. I could be talking a lot when I am high, say a bout of verbal vomit and then I am closed again. Dreaming with my eyes open. Like I've always done. Not really caring about what people all around me are saying or doing or wanting me to say or do.

Bottom line - nothing really matters. its all just an illusion, no seriously.