Here's one of the monk stories that made an impact on my way of thinking about solitude
>The devils appeared to Isaacius in the image of saint angels; one of them shined more than others; the demons called him Christ and demanded that the ascetic would worship him. By worshipping, appropriate only to God, the ascetic submitted to devils, which tormented him with the forced movement (dancing) to death. St. Anthony, serving the recluse, came to him with the usual food, but seeing, that the recluse made no voice, and realizing, that something special had happened to him, with the help of other monks broke firmly walled-up entrance of the cave of St. Isaacius. They carried him away as dead and put him before the cave; having noticed that he was still alive, they laid him on the bed in the cell. St. Anthony and Theodosius, one after another, took care of him. After the temptation Isaacius deteriorated in mind and body: he could neither stand, nor sit, nor lie down, nor turn from side to side; for two years he lay stiff-limbed, dumb and deaf. In the third year he began to speak and asked to lift him and set him on feet. Then he started learning to walk as a child but did not express any desire or thought to go to church; they hardly forced him; after a while he began to attend the church. Later on he started to go to the refectory, and little by little learnt to eat; in those two years, when he lay motionless, he took neither bread, nor water. Finally, he got completely free from the terrible and magic impression, made by apparition and action of devils
http://oprelesti.ru/index.php/what-is-spiritual-delusion/696-on-living-in-solitude
Apparently, you must live many years in a noisy communal monastery, working and doing liturgies non stop until you're ready to live as a hesychast, if ever.