I once got so involved in the occult, that I started to build a reality of perpetual dispair around myself. My worldview became at odds with the world that existed when I stepped out the front door. It was terribly lonely, and psychicly harmful. The only eventual solution for myself was to return to the Matrix, but never forget what I learned about the code.
I'm not a doomer, just a passerby browsing New. But I can empathize with those feeling this way.