We used to talk to ourselves, we thought it was a game, we were sad when we broke by asking, “who are you?” And the answer was, "you "

But one day we started smiling and saying, “I’m you! And we can go on adventures together!” And then we would journal about it to prove that i really did get along with myself.

Sadly this only happened when we were out of depression, which wasn’t very often.

Depression and poverty.