He struggled with pain and loneliness for so long that he started talking to himself.

Drinking alcohol and psychoactive substances also did not help, until Frank came up with the idea to create an imaginary friend. After many months of trying, he finally began to feel something.

Another night when his consciousness is clouded, and he lies on the floor and whispers.

"Am I crazy?"

"Maybe you really exist?"

He raises his hand in the hope of touching.