Everyday was a chore. Your own mind creating delusions, making it difficult for you to discern between reality and fiction. Hallucinations, fantasies, and real life all blended together into one mess. You hated it.

"You're okay. None of it's real."

He was always there. He'd be at your side as soon as he notices you in another episode. He'd hold you, he'd remind you of what's reality and what's simply your mind. He'd try his best to distract you when needed. No matter how difficult it got for you, he was always there, at your side.