dysthymia
He laid naked upon the desert floor, thirsting for water, unable to move. The grains of sand dug into his eyes, his fingernails filled with the grains trying to claw his way forward. He looked out upon the vast horizon, a completely empty infinite line devoid of feature and form. And then there was light. The sun broke out across the landscape, the light scorching his eyes. He lifted his head and drank in the burning rays. And he became filled with the infinite power of the sun, and it was good.