Oh man, somebody actually replied. And you remembered my old username, too.
But it's 4:37 at night and we're on a now-hidden shitposting board on Uboachan, and I'm feeling oddly elated that this place still exists. So I might as well dignify a 2.5 year old reply with another reply.
>How's your therapist doing, regius?
Therapist… let's see, this was in 2018. I think I've had 3 or 4 new therapists since then?
I sort of keep in touch with some of them, but only one of them really replies to messages. She's a good girl, and she'll talk to me whenever I remember that I exist and I drop her a line.
I mean, I'm pretty dysfunctional, and that hasn't really improved. Half the time I can't even comprehend the concept of 'being social' or 'contacting others'. It's honestly ridiculous - ask me about obscure shit like Zoroastrian demonology or the history of the letters v, u and w in the Latin alphabet, and I can explain it effortlessly. But put me in everyday situations and I can't do shit half the time because I get either deadlocked in anxiety or because I simply cannot comprehend lots of simple everyday things.
As you can see, the therapy isn't just for show.
All that aside, though - I absolutely love how this place is still around. I know I said that already, but I mean it.
Seriously. This is bringing back so many warm fuzzy memories of spending late night hours browsing obscure *chans back in like 2009. It's just nostalgic. And this kind of nostalgia is one of the few things that still makes me feel alive.
I love you guys. Seriously.