The cocoon

I had woken with an even more heightened sense of frustration, the cocoon haven't recovered yet and even now it seemed to be near death as it only came alive at distant intervals with only a mild flicker of yellow effulgence. Now, suicide would seem the perfect way to end the trauma.  It all started years back, how I landed here I do not understand and who I am I do not fully know, but there I was as a god in this strange and dark world.
There was a barren sky,  no stars, no moon, no sun, however there was this hovering cocoon that always shone yellow light the past years. I barely go anywhere as my imagination always manifested as reality, as a creation of my wishes only took a snap of my finger. However, magical powers are meant to impress, being alone marred everything. when hungers came I'd walked over to the holy ground in front of me,  there I'd pick berries and other fruits. 
My predicament angered me beyond redemption, I had stood up angrily picked up a plank nearby and slashed at the dying cocoon. There erupted this shattering sound, a blinding white light then rose and everything went blank again. Only briefly however, I had snapped my eyes open into another reality. There was a crowd, most of them strangers, several memories rushed back into my subconscious. I then remembered my name; looked down at myself and almost puked; I was dirty, smelly, and tattered. It then dawned on me I had been mad. I looked up to check the supposed  cocoon, it happens to be a street lamp and the supposed holy ground a refuse dump.
"Where am I," I asked?
everyone looked at me with sheer perplexity.
...
Later I was told I had been mad for six months. However I begin to wonder if I had broken the cocoon earlier, maybe I'd be healed much more earlier.
Morale:
No condition is permanent, if you are sane and healthy please be grateful,  you will soon find the will to break your own cocoon too.
Abd-afeez