Crazy or enlightened? Depends on to whom you say what.

I ran across this article on facebook.  It's left me asking, what is a breakdown? What is psychosis?  Because when people try to describe a "breakdown" it sounds like they entered my mental reality for a short time and got terrified.  But of what?  What's the headspace of the average human that mine is hell to them? What's so hell about it anyway? What am I missing? Am I just a shaman unrecognized?  I know I've done a lot of the kinds of mental and physical trials that shamans go through. From the sleep deprivation to the fasting to the drugs and the labour and the cold and the adventures and privation. All of that. I wish I knew how to profit from this. I think I would be a fabulous teacher if only others would allow it. I think I could talk someone down from an existentialist crisis as well as anyone running.  I think I am enlightened but I also know that nobody out there would believe me. I think we have a very skewed myth about who and what enlightened people are.  About their existence. We think they're some kind of floating above it all mystic who can bend the world to suit their needs and endure all discomforts with serenity. I don't think so.  I think enlightened people cry and wail and rage too. Just not for as long and they don't need to talk it out after.  We don't need someone else to say 'this too shall pass" or "remember, the material world is just a moment in your existence and it's only happening to give you important experiences' or "you are choosing to be here in this experience for a reason, don't waste it being aloof."  We already know that. That's what enlightenment is, really.  I've looked through God's Eye at All That Is and seen it all.  it's more of an idea than a sight, of course, but english has it's metaphors.  I'm happy to share the story but nobody wants to hear it and the few times I've tried they just tuned out.  For me, it tied in the whole distressing experience of discovering how irrelevant I am in the grand scheme of things and even on the personal level.  It gave me back relevance without raising my importance.  But nobody cares.  So I sit and wonder, what's it like in their heads?  What's it like to be the center of the universe and to think that the meatsack and the man are one and the same? To think of your soul as some magical essence that ratains only a fraction of you because you are also your body?  Or?  To be so deeply housed in your own body as to think that's the whole of what and who you are, I can't imagine it.  I started disassociating at such a young age, it's only recently I found out that I am disassociated. That thinking of "me" and "my body" as separate items is a psychological issue. I was shocked.  If I was open and trusting with a typical pshrink I'd be dx'd with more complexes than a big box mall. 
I wish we could step into each others minds.  Just briefly. Like a video game or a movie, but where it goes direct to your mind as a memory of being that person.  Of understanding their motives and ignorance.  I try, but really, it's so alien I can't.