Only In Our Dreams
I'm just this guy, you know?
To expand on that, I am also the following...
- A former ficly member who is 38 years old and is schizoaffective (depressive type)
- Into creating languages and fantasy worlds from scratch
- A listener of audiobooks & good tunes
- Always too hard on myself
She came to him in a dream, like she always did. She was assigned to him and the dream state was the quickest avenue of communication between realms. She didn't usually have any sort of proper message for him, she was just there to, essentially, comfort him.
Comforting was something he needed a great deal of as living life was a hellish minefield of paranoia, anxiety and depression.
When she could, though, she would come to him in his dreams and try to create an environment in his subconscious that would comfort him and hopefully make the sleep peaceful and with luck, the next day bearable.
Sometimes she couldn't make it through the barriers to him and he felt abandoned. It was an easy feeling for him to grasp onto. It played into his messed up mind. On some level he knew that she hadn't really abandoned him and that she was still out there in the aether trying to get to him and help but it was results he needed, not "nice tries."
He put his head on his pillow and hoped beyond hope to see her tonight.
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ElshaHawk LoA
Awesome! I really enjoyed this. You conveyed the characters well. I'd love to read a sequel from her point of view where she works hard to create an environment. I noticed you started out with her point of view, but switched to his at the end. I think you could make either into their own sections and still have the same effect.
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Jim Stitzel
Living with mental illness is not an easy thing. I can sympathize with the desire, even the need, to latch onto anything that provides comfort.