i am starting this comment three minutes after playing through in one hour long sitting, because gods i can’t not comment on this.
first of all; art? gorgeous. writing? beyond phenomenal. everything about it just spoke to me, made me feel things, and stood out. i’m struggling with words because of how much i want to say, but can’t articulate. i'll try my best, though.
i’ve never reached quite the low of having a plan to end my own life, but i’ve gotten close to that point. reading through this, every devastating moment, and every wonderful moment, was so real to me. and i loved everything about it. i’ve had the experience of finding someone to love who helps you love yourself by wanting to be there for them, by wanting to help them get better, seeing the self destructive behaviors in them, and realizing how bad it is, and realizing you want to help them, which, in turn, helps you. it was not a romantic love for me, but it’s a roller coaster no matter what. i understand relapses (though not with drugs or alcohol, but other destructive things), and gods... it’s so hard. it’s awful watching someone else do it. even harder when you want to be there for them, and worse when it makes you feel a need to relapse too.
however, reading through this, getting to the end, was a hard reminder i personally really needed right now that things do get better. things can look up. healing takes time, and it’s not linear in the slightest. it felt like this was exactly what i needed to read right now. exactly what i needed to see. exactly the experience and reminder i needed. to continue, to look up, and to remind myself to respect me, along with caring deeply for those i love. and to punch shitty people (this part is a joke)
everything about this was beautiful. everything about this was Perfect in it’s fucked up package of highs and lows. it hits so hard, and in such a painfully wonderful way. thank you for making this.