Glad it's over. Wish I could have been aboard. Enthralled fan for two seasons, gave up about halfway thru S3, watched the first two eps of S4 and could no longer abide everyone standing around looking confused and horrified, came back for eXit and the finale. Figured out during the daddy mess of S2 that Eliot was talking to another version of himself and, from there, it just spiraled out on me and never came back.
Here's the thing - a person is not supposed to like, join or ever be comfortable with the paranoia, hysteria, delusion inside us. It is vital to the life process that human beings develop a few abiding illusions to relieve the soul from the struggle, heartache, shame & grief of coming into one's own. But one is NEVER supposed to make a life of those illusions, God forbid become married to them or ask others to cooperate with them. They're fancies, internal couch pillows. You start screwing your couch pillows and taking them to ballgames, you're delusional. And no one is EVER supposed to cooperate with another's delusions. That's primal.
Now that i am a life coach, i spend most of my time dismantling the structures people build of their confabulations, usually once they've become walls as much against happiness as pain. Confabulations, self-possessions, mega-habits, obsessions are phenomena one is always to be uncomfortable about within oneself - they are psychic painkillers that bridge us thru trauma, real or self-imposed, and nothing more. They are fascinating, sure, and that's why they are occasionally explored in the artistic realm (paintings do it beautifully). Befriend them, however, and you are lost. Sam Esmail, and Elliot Alderson, befriended confabulation, allowed it to do anything it wanted to around us and that is why both became unwelcome guests in my home.