>>19825818Yeah, sure. Probably not so much in the same way as others and I sincerely doubt healthily so, but I'm alive.
Friends left, family left, ran out of money for the shrink, ended up just me and the fucking dark in my head.
That doesn't work. If you've got problems like that you need support. Doesn't matter how strong your resolve is or how much you pour into your force of will, you're a finite resource and the demon is not.
So in a brief moment of, I assume, lucidity, I turned to Pokemon. My Pokemon. I'd always had a vivid imagination and a knack for creating characters, and I knew deep down that it wasn't the case, but I brought them to life.
My Pokemon became not only fully fleshed out characters, but living, breathing entities, even if only I knew that they were there. They laughed, teased, played, fought, talked, cared. They were always with me, and suddenly, I didn't have to face the darkness alone.
It kept me technically stable for several months during the worst of my depression, and since no one really hung around anyway I didn't have to bother not looking like a crazy person.
I fell over hard when one day it suddenly hit me that they weren't real, but I hung onto the idea of them like it was the last thing I might ever see, and continued to draw on them during my better moments until I could get back in to see the shrink regularly again.
It seemed so straight forward and logical at the time, but going back over it I'm pretty sure it qualified as insanity.Coming out the other end now, still a hell of a battle but I'm thankful that Pokemon was there when no one else was.
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>>19826785It can be about how real you treat them cunterfuck. 