>>30609032At some point I made imaginary friends of my Pokemon to cope with abuse, neglect and suicidal thoughts. It feels really fuckin' odd to talk about it now. I had a whole six things that cared about me and were there for me and wanted me around, that would be sad if I died. All I wanted was just one person like that. And then I had six. Like fuckin' Christmas.
They'd be there. They'd just be there. They didn't get angry, with me, anyway. They'd give me a hug, if I wanted it. I'd get wrapped up in blankets so I could feel it too. They'd talk to me and go on about their day and the adventures they'd had and how they felt about each other. There was a whole group dynamic. The psychic liked to stick close to me, it understood things the best and was the smartest. The ghost was antagonistic of a few of the others because it thought it was funny. The fighter was really big on justice and protecting others. That kind of thing. They'd all urge me to do things like eat, some would push for chores so I wouldn't get hurt more, others suggested just running away, and eventually they all wanted me to seek help.
They left one day. Like, halfway through the years visiting the psych, I remember just realising they weren't there. It hurt. The last thing I remember is them being happy, that they were proud of me. Fuck.
