"LOOK GUYS I THINK I FIXED HIM!"
Yup.
So. Everyone who's been following my Prussia for a while knows that he's had some problems, to put it mildly. To put it more accurately, it's more like he's been a clinically depressed and totally not awesome emofag for... at least 5 months now. X'D
Butbutbut! Progress has been made! One day, about a week or two ago, I had a small epiphany, and set to work on a little drabble that I'm putting up here now. It's not very remarkable on its own, but its very existence (the fact that I can actually write such a thing) means there's been a breakthrough. I think I've successfully repaired him, but this little blurb doesn't really cover it all. Why don't you poke him yourself if you're curious to see more, hmm?
(...On the other hand, it's still kind of weird what he's generally mellower than all the other Prussias I've seen so far. Hmm. Oh well. It's one of those things that's better demonstrated than explained, I guess.)
* * *
He has been feeling better recently.
He never thought that just moving around a bit, along with a little cognitive therapy, would help so much. For the first time in months, he actually feels energetic, and best of all, happy. He even managed to lose his rather considerable winter weight (even if there’s still a little pudge if you know where to look). Midnight ice cream binges and a general all-winter-long comfort eating spree will inflict that, of course. He’s not that much less of a glutton and still loves to eat (perhaps too much every once in a while), but both the cravings for sweets and snacks and the nearly insatiable hunger that gripped him when he felt especially unhappy seem to have diminished as his mood picked up. He still loves his naps and finds his bed to be the most comfortable place in the house, but he hasn’t been overtaken by his spells of overwhelming sleepiness for days. He still gets sluggish from time to time and his stomach still acts up, but he’s less sickly than before. Sometimes he feels worse than others, but everyone has those fluctuations, especially these days.
There’s a noticeable spring in his step as he takes his walks. Slowly but surely, his old swagger is coming back. His speech is regaining its usual vivacity, his voice loud and lively as it once was. He called himself “awesome” for the first time in months, and his blog is consistently updated once again. His diary, of course, was updated even in the worst of his depression, but his blog entries waned as his unhappiness waxed and he could barely be motivated to crawl out from under the safety of his covers at all, much less to go to his computer.
When his mood does take a swing for the unfavorable, he is significantly more resilient. While the intense bouts of fear caused by his worst flashbacks will never go away, and they may still sometimes reduce him to panic and tears, the moods no longer persist for the rest of the day. No longer does he mope around in the basement, weeping for losses real and fake for which nothing can be done anymore. If Ludwig intervenes on his flashbacks, he recovers almost immediately instead of collapsing further. He just takes a few deep breaths and waits till he is calm, and from there it's not long till he's smiling and laughing and back to his usual exuberant self.
So. Everyone who's been following my Prussia for a while knows that he's had some problems, to put it mildly. To put it more accurately, it's more like he's been a clinically depressed and totally not awesome emofag for... at least 5 months now. X'D
Butbutbut! Progress has been made! One day, about a week or two ago, I had a small epiphany, and set to work on a little drabble that I'm putting up here now. It's not very remarkable on its own, but its very existence (the fact that I can actually write such a thing) means there's been a breakthrough. I think I've successfully repaired him, but this little blurb doesn't really cover it all. Why don't you poke him yourself if you're curious to see more, hmm?
(...On the other hand, it's still kind of weird what he's generally mellower than all the other Prussias I've seen so far. Hmm. Oh well. It's one of those things that's better demonstrated than explained, I guess.)
* * *
He has been feeling better recently.
He never thought that just moving around a bit, along with a little cognitive therapy, would help so much. For the first time in months, he actually feels energetic, and best of all, happy. He even managed to lose his rather considerable winter weight (even if there’s still a little pudge if you know where to look). Midnight ice cream binges and a general all-winter-long comfort eating spree will inflict that, of course. He’s not that much less of a glutton and still loves to eat (perhaps too much every once in a while), but both the cravings for sweets and snacks and the nearly insatiable hunger that gripped him when he felt especially unhappy seem to have diminished as his mood picked up. He still loves his naps and finds his bed to be the most comfortable place in the house, but he hasn’t been overtaken by his spells of overwhelming sleepiness for days. He still gets sluggish from time to time and his stomach still acts up, but he’s less sickly than before. Sometimes he feels worse than others, but everyone has those fluctuations, especially these days.
There’s a noticeable spring in his step as he takes his walks. Slowly but surely, his old swagger is coming back. His speech is regaining its usual vivacity, his voice loud and lively as it once was. He called himself “awesome” for the first time in months, and his blog is consistently updated once again. His diary, of course, was updated even in the worst of his depression, but his blog entries waned as his unhappiness waxed and he could barely be motivated to crawl out from under the safety of his covers at all, much less to go to his computer.
When his mood does take a swing for the unfavorable, he is significantly more resilient. While the intense bouts of fear caused by his worst flashbacks will never go away, and they may still sometimes reduce him to panic and tears, the moods no longer persist for the rest of the day. No longer does he mope around in the basement, weeping for losses real and fake for which nothing can be done anymore. If Ludwig intervenes on his flashbacks, he recovers almost immediately instead of collapsing further. He just takes a few deep breaths and waits till he is calm, and from there it's not long till he's smiling and laughing and back to his usual exuberant self.