This wasn't how it was supposed to go...

Even despair burned out, and from the pure white fluffy ashes I was buried in, Bosuki saved me. In the beginning, when I regained my senses and sensitivity, I was grateful even just to be able to despair, to struggle... I tried to find a normal job, even if the work style was impossible, at least get a new computer, find a job with loose quotas and deadlines, and earn enough for the Akuneko gacha funds... I feel like the me from before and the me now are so far apart, and even the things that are important are becoming like【things that don't exist】. Thanks to that, I've only been able to make the worst returns. Honestly, when so many things happen one after another like this, you lose confidence. 【Can I even manage in this state?】 With every relapse, big or small, I get flashbacks, headaches, dissociation, and become unable to move, and then I'm dragged down by it again. If this continues, someday I won't be able to live, let alone live well...