I picked up a habit in middle school. This was a time where my world constantly felt like I was stuck in a room and the walls were closing in. I would talk to fictional characters, in my mind. I don't really talk about it to anyone, because it is insane.
I still do it. Not nearly as often as I used to. Sometimes, when I feel like my world is collapsing, I run back to that old habit. I'll close my eyes and insert myself into those worlds. I'll have a conversation with these characters.
I know they're fake. I know these people don't exist. But sometimes I genuinely feel the presence of them and I know it's my brain, but it brings me comfort.
I'm 16 and I have imaginary friends. Please don't lock me up
Right now is a terrible time for me. I feel alone. Somebody I care about is sick. In these times I am so grateful I can rely on my best friend to be there for me.
But at night, I know I'm going to escape my world and go somewhere where I don't have to think about it.
I'm not insane, I swear. I just have a wild imagination that I rely on for emotional and mental support,,, oops.
Sorry for the rant, I needed to put it somewhere lol