Quote from: Q. G. Pennyworth on December 03, 2018, 05:23:30 PM
Sometimes the thing that's got you fucked up is too insignificant to justify just how fucked up you are.
Sometimes the monsters have no nads for you to kick.
Sometimes you find yourself overdosing on adrenaline and cortisol for no good reason at all.
Sometimes there's no hope of a satisfying narrative conclusion.
And you can hide from this reality, and you can deny this reality, you can live in this reality with no hope of ever growing up or out of your petty trauma and maladaptive coping mechanisms. You can be furious with this reality, and scream into the unfairness of not having a moment to dredge up and fight and win. You can insist that no you're fine really and let everyone else carry the burden of your shit, because you won't.
But these are choices, and you have other options as well.
If a narrative conclusion is what you need, then go and fucking make one. Your head's as big as mine, as big as all our heads: whole universes fit in there. Start using that machine for something more productive than Marvel Cinematic Universe continuity errors. Build yourself a monster and fight it. Build yourself a trauma and overcome it.
You've always been a flighty kid, a dreamy kid, a kid with an overactive imagination. Stop hating that and start using it. Stop wasting it on entertainment and start using it to heal yourself. Write a better story. Run a better game. Make better art. Run that "coming to terms with the past" narrative over and over until it wears a rut in your brain as familiar as the one that says you're an idiot who can't do anything right. Make it as automatic as the path from your bed to the toilet.
Because it turns out your brain doesn't actually give a shit whether the bad thing you're getting over is real or not, it just needs practice going through the motions. It turns out healing is a habit like any other, and "cheating" means absolutely nothing in this context. Sure, there are folks with specific monsters with nads they can kick, who need to spend time doing that thing, but if you are one of the many who is broken because of a thousand papercuts instead of a sword wound, take heed.
Pretending is more powerful than you know.
Excellent thinking there.
Seeking permission to translate into Hungarian and publish, with link to original here. Or alternative, acceptable solution.